[Intro]
(Mixed By Daveo)
Grah
TTGz do—
Grah, grah (TTGz do—)
Better get out the—
Skii
(G—g—get to the money)
TTGz do—
Grah, grah
Eli, (Like, he wanna think, n***a), Neaky, Weldon

[Verse 1: Jay5ive]
Bro better move, 'cause I've been tryna flick
Tryin' to get to that block, but the D's on my dick
Eli, Neaky, Weldon, vic'
Like, how many diss on my deads and got hit?
Like—like, better move from your bitch
Cause I'm with 8's, tryna do 'em like 'Rip
Neaky, shot, why the fuck would you snitch?
Gilly got tagged, tryna act like we missed
Like, what? We out to the Nick
Ron Sleez shot, how the fuck could you diss?
Thunder Bklu need to get off our dick
Fuck Nazzy daughter, catch her, kick the kid
[Verse 2: Assasin]
Like, Dougie got shot in his shit
Fuck is a deuce? I'ma slide with a stick
45th, when I bend through the Mitch
Me and Roy, two deep, tryna get out they strip
Ain't no tellin' what I do out of anger
Fuck Dougie, that n***a a dancer
Dead opps, man, they all in my Fanta
Paranoid, I might boom at a stranger
Back out, hop off, brodie erase 'em (Like, what?)
Got a beam, why the fuck am I chasin'?
Mention Rah, then you know it get dangerous
Get back gang, man, they know that we sanctioned

[Verse 3: Sdot Go & Nesty Floxks]
I'm tryna play ball, we goin' for the chip
If I'm comin' down Courts, then brodie send a pic
Flock 'em, I will not let 'em run Rick
Word to bro, I get 'fessed everytime that I miss
Flick out the V, while Nazzy drive the whip
Like, he better move from his bitch
Nobody outside, I was sick
Thunder Bklu couldn't sleep, he was layin' in piss
He tryna up his K, don't let 'em flick
Like, hit 'em, don't let 'em do shit
Bad bitch with me tryna shake her hips
Ldot tried to run and got put in a spliff
Like-like, I don't need a whip
Like, I bet I still go and spin
Spin thru the Rey, tryna catch me a 'Rip
Word to bro, when you see me, you better throw quick
Fishbowl, he should've had tints
That's the reason his V gettin' flipped (Like, ahh)
That's the reason his V gettin' flipped (Every opp shot)
[Verse 4: Nesty Floxks]
Ldot got hit off a scooter
Like, I'm with the ladies, I gotta maneuver
Like, I'm with the Sweepers, and my 'ooters
Like, run up on us, we gon' 'oot 'em
Fuck Ray Deady, I'm smokin' on Blay
And fuck lil Naz, got hit in his face
Ayo 5ive, we out to the Rey
When shh got hit, we went on a chase
Like, I'm on the Wells, come shoot over Gates
You gon' die, we gon' do him like Tank
Kal G died, can't go out like Frank
Little Jesse got hit with his friend
I was on that block with my Trend
I seen the opps and I threw like 10
Like, smokin' on Sha while bendin' the 'View
Sha Glizz got hit with like two
Roy Gz upped his fingers and it flew
And I seen a O, and I threw
Like, Rippy we smokin' on you
Like, fuck Ldot, they ain't get back for you
Like, Rippy we smokin' on you
Like, fuck Ldot, they ain't get back for you

[Verse 5: JBG Maury]
I'm on hots
Why they mention my block?
Fuck it, now we gon' smoke on his pops
DudeyLo, I catch you, that shit will get wock
Word to my mother you shot
Backdoor season, better have your knocks
When you run into me, I don't box
Wipe his nose, put the beam on his top
No recognition, that boy in a box
Close casket, hollows tore that n***a up
Like, he tried to run, Ricky run
Sat him down, got a kick in this gun
Opp thot all on my dick, she a gunt
Try to line me, bitch it's up
Team throw first, wanna have us some fun
Steph Curry, I up from my hip, bitch I'm clutch
It was nowhere to run, that boy ran out of luck
We in the field, straight offense, we do the drills
How many shot tryna do on the 'Hill?
My demon get active, I don't need a pill
These opps got me grinchin', I'mma shoot to kill
Feel
I'mma slide with the Sweeps, go crazy
We catch him lackin', we click on his head
We do walk ups, hop out, off 'em
Five-O lose 'cause we don't like talkin'
Jay Hound hawk 'em, green beam, off 'em
He tried to reach for his waist but it cost him
We made it hot on that block, it was pourin'
Ty Bello got shot in his head, he a goner
Fuck the D's, we get low on the jakes
Like, we smoke Ski, he laced
Like, we smoke Ski, he laced
Like, we smoke Ski, he laced
[Verse 6: Jay5ive]
Fuck the opps, better pick up the pace
N***as get shot tryna jack DOA
Spin through the Courts lookin' for Sha EK
Catch him, that boy get shots to his face
Like, no, I do not wanna play
Lamar neck on the bench, that shit fucked up they day
Like, Ldot, are you okay?
He lookin' for all of his guys to be safe
Leg shot, gon' do him like Dre
Back out gang, tryna do him like Trey
Don't you try to run, you'll get hit either way
Like bro, you better put him in place
E with the Dot put the dot to his brain
Notti, n***a got left on the train
Bobby, how did he end up a strain?
Tidda, he tried to wink but he can't