[Intro]
This wicked edot
Boom boom boomDamn-damn-damn bro, FCKBWOY man you know that I be killing shit
Boom boom boom boom

[Verse 1: Yagi B]
Two, three shots, and it's makin' 'em limbo
Setty be flock for the flocks, he sick
I'm on the back block totin' on sitch
Servin' the crack rock, feelin' like Mitch
Once I come, put the G in the Timbos
Run up on me, send 'em up, it's simple
Bullets explodin', goin' through the windows
30 and better hangin' off the hip

[Verse 2: JayBucks]
I did it, I'm numb
For no reason, I just wanna dump
Two three shots, Shootin like I'm Mike
Mike Amiri for the night
If I see an opp, then it's on sight
Two bad bitches that I like
Bow bow bow fourty make him lean
I be buggin' when I'm off a bean
He tried to run up
Yeah that n***a triеd, yeah that n***a died
And thesе hoes be bums
They be tryna fuck me for for my funds
Like, fuck it let's rump, kick her out when I'm done
Kick that bitch out, all my opps is bums
They ain't got no money for a gun
[Verse 3: CHII WVTTZ]
They ain't got no bread
Hollows beatin' his chest leave him read
We don't aim for the chest, hit his head
Most of my opps got shot or they dead
Like, hit 'em up then we fled
Woo got shot , he talked to the feds
On the block, still duckin' the feds
They cannot catch me, I'm out chasing bread, like
And these n***as they know what I said
Hollows they hittin' his face and his neck
Tell 'em run up on me, no he died
No his mother really had to cry
He was rappin' now he in the sky
They ain't give me a piece of the pie
Run up on me and I'm lettin' it fly
Run up on me and I'm lettin' it flock

[Verse 4: JayBucks]
I don't give a fuck
What these n***as jackin' like what's up
Totin' on the gun
Sippin' lean I'm grah grah with the drum
Yercy made me numb , Lotti Dotti trynna make come
All my opps some bums , you ain't got no money for a gun
[Verse 5: Yagi B]
Everything lame, man I lost the rip
Everything K, Yagi on that shit
Smokin' on Caine, mix it with the Blizzy
Rah with the wock, got me feelin' dizzy
Never be worried cause shooter be wit' me
Shoot a n***a cause he gettin' jiggy
Yagi B, I don't spin in a renty
Wocky or Jenny, we don't do the Whitney
And you know that the flocks be wit' me
And you know that the 80 be wit' me
And you know that the move be wit' me
Everything K, ain't none of us friendly
Wonder why n***as mention JB
Yellow got packed and no one did a thing
Noah got kicked, Caine got spliffed
What you gon' do when you run into me?
You could duck but can't duck from this beam
Two long clips, how you double the G?
Two double cups when I'm sippin' the lean

[Verse 6: Set Da Trend]
Pop me a Perky and geek on the beat
Double G K, JT on the tee
Smokin' explosive, I'm high on the heat
Got caught at the chicken spot without his heat
Keem got head tapped, what was you thinkin'?
Rah got swished, couldn't make it to Lincoln
He was lackin', like what was you drinkin'?
Long live JayRip, y'all gotta feel this
We still ballin' for JB, I miss him
In a hurry, y'all fuck n***a dissin'
Shit be funny 'til one of y'all missin'
Hop out, stretch 'em, we don't show forgiveness
N***as actin' like they really did shit
But in person, them n***as ain't hit shit
Call up B, he gon' slide with a big clip
No, I ain't Fivi', but I'm rockin' big drip
Chris Brown, n***a don't get your bitch hit
Free Fetti, promotin' the violence
Smokin' this Dummy, got a n***a flyin'
He got poked for a bitch, why they lyin'?
Houdini a rat, I heard his ass was cryin'
[Outro: Yagi B]
Two, three shots, and it's makin' 'em limbo
Setty be flock for the flocks, he sick
I'm on the back block totin' on sitch
Servin' the crack rock, feelin' like Mitch
Once I come, put the G in the Timbos
Run up on me, send 'em up, it's simple
Bullets explodin', goin' through the windows
30 and better hangin' off the hip