[Verse 1 - WAWG Max]
This some frontline shit stand on all ten
I just can't sit back get on they ass bitch we go all in
A frontal where they at im pullin up won't even call in
Hop out choppa talk now he can't walk i had him crawlin
You know what im on dont call my phone look what they started
I just got that drop i heard them n***as at that party
Sit outside that bitch they come out then we go retarded
Pop out make a pack this shit some thrax smell like i farted
Rock out with my brother like he Matt and im Jeff Hardy
Run down with precision bitch im hittin every target
[?] with Meechy Leeke thats whats on the market
Scat pack [?]
We got on [?] inside we get to hittin at yo posse
No you can't duck them switches we killin everbody
300 blackout on yo block kickin like karate
We some hot n***as so out in public call me Bobby
We can stand up right now watch the people say im wildin
Ima nice n***a but bitch i still condone that violence
Bro creep up with that drac and leave yo brains right by yo [?]
The way them bitches hit him i damn near lost my mind
I pop that perc get activated and fuck her from behind
Cut on my music and when its over hit rewind
You know i go stupid i was 15 committing crimes
You play you get popped advise you not to get outta line

[Verse 2 - La Cracka]
This that real n***a that will make you turnt and grab a pipe
N***as duckin from them cuttas we been spinnin every night
Ima rock out with my brothers drop that bag and take yo life
We gon hit they block four deep bro the left i get the right
Ain't no talkin when i catch him boy you know that its on sight
Its a new opp pack in this bitch i stuff that n***a roll him tight
I be quick to blow bet not say no shit that i don't like
I be quick to show that mean keep yo pipe cuz i dont fight

[Verse 3 - Doloo]
He tried thought he was Forest Gump
Hop out this car and swang this chop like where you goin chump
Just hit his top and when he drop go and stand over him
Just let him talk its gon catch up when it do we gon fuck over him
Just got a drac and i can't wait to use it
Let this bitch sing with every bang its like im makin music
[?] let it be i can merch i ain't movin
Ima let that choppa burst the news said it look like a movie
These n***as fakin they only gangstas on the computers
Choppa go grahh grahh sometimes that bitch get to glitchin
Bronem a chef he might as well cuz he stay in the kitchen
I ain't got opps them n***as rats and most of them bitches