[Intro: Jvheim]
Gang
Gang, gang
(Yo, Guap you makin' beats again?)

[Verse 1: Jvheim]
Pop up out that cut bitch we got a lot of shells
Claimin he demon ima send that n***a straight to hell
Swang that corner ima jump out ima send him up
23 on my choppa just like Ralo when i fill him up
We done hit em up
Paramedics picked him up
Yeah this choppa dirty bitch don't worry ima switch it up
I don't give a fuck get that shovel dig em up
This voice up in my ear but this that money ima get it up
Fuck lil Leeke catch that n***a ima fuck him over
All my n***as eatin choppa beatin out the fuckin rover
La Cracka spot a fuckin opp you know i fuckin got right on him with this choppa hit him up him and his fuckin patna
Knocked him out his fuckin pants he and his fuckin patna
I love ya neighbor fuck that bitch i shoulda fuckin dropped her
But let me shut my mouth i know them crackas fuckin watchin
Free all my n***as all them n***as that was fuckin [?]

[Verse 2: La Cracka]
Ducci can't go in schools he a rapist
Mеleeke left John why the fuck hе didn't make it
Ralo had his gun but his pussy ass was fakin
Since yall smokin Lil Peedy bitch im smokin on that baby (Aiden)
Like a fat bitch i catch you ima chase you
John tried to run but they muthfuckin faced him
Never on they block cuz ima send him to they maker
Choppa turn yo ass black i call that lil bitch my baker
Fuck Jacourey that n***a a fuckin duck
If i catch you lackin swear to god bitch ima fuck you up
Bullets start to hit him 762s make him fuckin tuck
Hittin at yo mama pussy n***a i don't give a fuck
[?] yeah a black tee
Yeah his shirt was white until i hit him with them 223s
Now he leakin out with his brains scattered in the streets
John got caught, well who got away? They say Meleeke

[Verse 3: Jvheim]
These demons round me but i feel like im the fuckin devil
Cremate his body dig him up don't need no fuckin shovel
Do him special watch how bro crop you out with that beretta
Just had to do a n***a bad thought he was on my level
Bro say he wanna be in comp say he gon do him better
But i can't let em 30 shots came out my smith & wesson
Get close up on him with that chop knock off his fuckin shoulders
Im tryna send a n***a up like mentos and some soda
These n***as soft i call em sheets the way fuckin fold em
Bro go blowin keep on goin with that tool on em
He keep on scorin he gon make the fuckin leader board
Either or karma on his ass tryna get my boy
But he ain't goin cuz that choppa in the back seat
Make a n***a run like a athlete
On ten toes but that's two feet
Too sweet don't fuck with us we too creep
Fuck the opposition they been beat
Left all them n***as 6 feet
[Verse 4: La Cracka]
Take a n***a fuckin soul i look him in his eye
If yall go and post up on that block bitch you gon fuckin die
When i shoot this bitch flash red boy this that fuckin fly
You n***as ain't walk down on 6 so why you fuckin lyin
Man you n***as fast as fuck like a shootin star
Bitch we known for walk downs ain't no shootin out the car
Catch that pussy Noah ima pop his ass just like a bar
Free Lil Fefe that's my bro we smoke opps up out the gar
I think its time to put a n***a on a shirt
Keep speakin on 35 pussy watch a n***a end up murk
Rest up to lil Mookie Zion can't forget my big bro Durk
Bitch n***a stop hidin time to take a ride in that hearse
Free my brotha Rasta he'll be home soon
If yall come outside another [?] gon be on the news
Crackas they be mad because we left they ass with no clue
[?] i gotta go get me another tool