[Intro: C Blu]
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, like
Reyway
(RdoMadeit)
C Blu

[Verse 1: C Blu & Nay Benz]
I'm with the bros, we purgin' on the Hill
Got one in the head, I'm itchin' for a kill
Masked up, all black, I do this shit for real
Four demons, four knocks, we ready for the drill
Why you talkin' on live, but duckin' in the field? (Grrah)
That could never be me, I always keep a G
AJ crashed out, he should've stayed on feet
And Lil' Notti got poked, he should've had his G (Grrah, grrah)
I know DD so sad his brother on a tee
Got respect in my hood, don't gotta pay a fee
And my n***as on go, they flockin' shit for free
Mali my demon, creepin' up for real
Really went fifty-fifty on a pill
Really went fifty-fifty on a drill (Grrah, grrah)
He throw, I throw, we tryna catch a kill (Like, ah, like, ah)

[Verse 2: Nay Benz]
Yo, Blu, pass me the knocks
If he try to front, he get sent to the doctor (Grrah, grrah, boom)
See an opp, he get took off the roster
Bend through the Doug' while we smokin' on Poppa (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Word to bro, I don't know why they lyin' (On bro)
Every day, it's a new n***a dyin' (Grrah, grrah, boom)
On they block, where they at? They be hidin'
Bro get to crashin' his flight if he flyin' (OGzK)
All black, see-through with the laser (Ah, ah)
Only bitch that I'm chasin' this paper (Grrah, grrah, boom)
On the 8, I'ma slide with a Blazer
After the 8, take a trip to Decatur (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Verse 3: Yagi B & C Blu]
Wait right now, then we bendin' it later
Bullets is hot, but we still givin' shape-ups
Ready for war, man, I don't gotta lace up
Give me that call and I'm already there
Pop out the cut and flare
Walk down, bro, you can tell by the stare
Oh, shit, he in the air
They ain't gon' spin, so it don't even matter
Flash, you broke, go get your bag up
And you got shot, bro, you a lacker
Aim at his top, I'm tryna pack him
800K, if he jack 'em, we clap him (C Blu)

[Verse 4: C Blu]
And Lil' Nesty a bitch, I'm tryna get up with him
Shot after shot, I'm hopin' that I hit him
Opp thot, shit fat, I'm tryna get up in it
Pussy so wet, I nutted in a minute
I ain't cuffin' no ho, I hit it, then I quit it
Pass it to bro, we callin' it a ping pong
Got my G on my hip with my cleats on
It's cameras outside, I gotta keep my ski on
On they block, they hidin', yeah, we seekin'
Catch an opp, it's back to playin' defense
They ain't havin' no fun on the weekend
We comin' through flockin', better not be drinkin' (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)