[Intro: C Blu & Set Da Trend]
Grrah (Grrah)
Grrah (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, Yozora)
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on when we step in this bitch (Grrah, grrah)
C Blu X Set Da Trend, n***a (Set Da Trend and C Blu)
Grrah, gang
Grrah, gang (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Look
C Blu

[Verse 1: C Blu]
I'm not Makk, but they like how I'm ballin'
I'm like, "Pass me the rock, no Spalding" (Grrah, grrah)
I shot and I knew I had scored, they was fallin'
Linked her once, but not twice, she was borin'
Turn that phone off, your boyfriend keep callin'
Hit him after and say you was whorin'
If he asked, "You was with C Blu?
Yeah, the n***a who screamin' and 'oot" (Grrah, grrah)
I be spinnin' so much, yeah, they callin' me Beyblade
Letting off shots while I'm screamin' out, "Reyway"
Spinnin' the G' and I'm lookin' for DayRay
And you know I won't trip about weed (At all)
'Cause you know I can't go out like DaеDae (Grrah)

[Verse 2: Set Da Trend & C Blu]
I'll be damned if I go out likе DaeDae
That boy a custer, he fell off the roof
If you feeling like Bishop, then shoot
Pop me a Perc', got me feelin' like Cube
Beat on her back, make her flip like The Matrix
You can't handle the smoke, then don't take it
They say that they love me, do they really mean it?
I told 'em, "The Percs is helpin' with the demons"
Stay poled up, if I don't got the gun, he get poked up
Know I'm smokin' explosive, like, jokes up (C Blu)
[Verse 3: C Blu]
That's word to my mother, I love clearin' blocks
Any ho try to line me, that bitch gettin' shot (Grrah)
Keep me a .22, it fit in my pocket
Mask on just in case that I flock it
Don't got the gun, then I'm movin' like Jason
That boy ran so fast, we thought he was racin'
To that bag, yeah, I run, you know I'm impatient (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
All these hoes wanna fuck, yeah, they callin' me famous
That pussy boy upped it, ain't 'oot (At all)
Why you goin' on drills if you anxious? (Grrah)
If you up on C Blu, better flame it (Facts)
'Cause you know when I spin, I go dumb
I ain't hop out the V, why they run?
I was just tryna have me some fun
Tryna mix a new opp with some Runtz (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Country died for some chicken, that's tough
Wherever I go, yeah, it's tucked
If you think that I'm lackin', you dumb
Red dot to your head, now you Hindu
Yeah, this FN keep bullets like pencils
If you run, yeah, these bullets gon' get you, grrah
If you run, yeah, these bullets gon' get you
C Blu

[Verse 4: Set Da Trend]
2Pac hit 'em up, that's nothin' (Grrah)
Move Look got shot in his muffin (Gang)
Too many opps, I don't know who I'm puffin'
Beam on the Glock, ain't no point for you runnin'
Masked up, so I'm uppin' in public
She like, "Setty always up to somethin'"
Eight of us, bitch, you know I ain't cuffin'
Eight in the Faygo, this ain't Robitussin
Eight in the knocker, I ain't with the tusslin'
Thirty stick on me, but I ain't no drummer
Know they mad Rah ain't make it to summer (He dead)
He was talkin', shoulda had his gun tucked
Smokin' Dummy, know it fucked my lungs up
Me and C Blu like Jackie and Tucker
Slide through that block and they duckin' for cover
Only the Rey, I don't fuck with no other (Hoodstar Rey)