[Verse 1: PGF Nuk]
Catch a body, then we ride back down to nine
N***as hidin', shot they crib up, now they momma cryin'
Happy Halloween n***a, we make scenes, n***a
Just like Freddy Krueger, pop up in his dreams, n***a
Yeah, we gon' slide together, ain't no iron teams, n***a
And we slidin' back to back for that shit like some feanes, n***a
Fuck with them or fuck with us, ain't no in between, n***a
Like Mooda sail like Red Bulls, we gon' give 'em wings, n***a
Pop his ass, send him up, he won't touch the ground again
Recarnation, catch him in the other world, he gon' die again
Kill his friends, they the ones who gon' slide back tryna get revenge
We slide first, they slide back so we gotta slide again
Don't make me call up Chase, he gon' chase, that's my evil twin
Comin' in first place, ain't no race, we gon' win again

[Verse 2: PGF Jman]
We just got the low, we made a move, we need that low again
I get paid for hits and just a blitz, we up the score again
Pop out with two switches and the Drac', to show that we ain't playin'
Slide on the seven, get the blick like n***a what you sayin'?
It ain't shit to mask up and hop up 'bout that mini van
N***a actin' hot so we gon' blow him down like a fan

[Verse 3: PGF Mooda]
Ay, ay, know we gon' spin
They got Mooda in this bitch so you know I ain't playin'
I'mma bail out with the Chop', Jman bail out with them jams
Get your hands up out yo' pocket, 'cause ain't shit up in yo' pants
[?] we usin' switches, I ain't never use my hands
It ain't shit to up the score, I get the low and that's the end, ay
All my n***as fellas, I be with some steppas, ay
If he get up out a line, watch Jman gon' check him, ay
All you n***as snitches, ay, all you n***as bitches, ay
Sayin' they ain't did shit, boy, I handle business, uh
[Verse 4: PGF Nuk]
All you n***as snitches, uh, all you n***as bitches, uh
What? Okey, uh, okey
All you n***a hoes, they know we comin', drop the low, uh
Soon as I up this bitch, he froze, left him in a pose, uh
I drop my low, every weekend, catch me at my shows, uh
I know the low every weekend, we got us new poles, uh
N***as know, we don't fuckin' play, we don't play around
Catch a opp, he playin' lay, uh, we gon' lay him down
He come around, Fo'nem like security, they gon' shake him down
Heat him up, put him in the oven, Fo'nem bang him now, uh
Bake his ass, bake his ass like cookies, uh
Them n***as new at killin', all them n***a 2020 rookies
2020, they try to book me, uh, they can't catch me now
N***as ain't never listened to shit I said, I bet they hear me now