[Intro]
Elvis
Rrah, rrah, rrah, it's Yagi B
Is that Chris?
Lil bitch, rrah
Free gang, n***a, long live Naz
Long live Jayrip, long live C-HII
Flockin' for Marky, n***as know what's goin' on
Ballin' like JB, bitch
Rrah, rrah, rrah, lil bitch, like, what?

[Chorus]
They wanna kill me, G33 make it filthy
These n***as know how I play, e-everythingK
Every opp shot, lost bro, it ain't nothing to say
If I come, I ain't coming to play
Get up close, ain't no running away
Get to geeking on n***as for free
On the six, and it's six chops, six n***as with me and they ready to tweak
N***as know it get lit after dark
N***as gettin' shot and they top gettin' dropped in the spot
'Cause they tryna spin through parked
I can't fuck with that n***a, he a bitch, and he don't got no heart
You wasn't here from the start, walk down gang, I ain't shootin' from far
DOA, we them n***as that flock up the car, but thеy label us stars
[Verse]
And this G on my body, the D's on my body
EBK, I don’t fuck with nobody, Yagi B nevеr needed a soul
Don't come around if you gon' fold, we too different
And the way that we move, they'll never catch us slipping
And I'm done with the talking, he not with the P
So I flock at his legs, now he done with the walking
If he throw up the G, send him to Rah
If he throw up the 4, send him to Stylez
Said he OY, send him to—, I'm not even gon' say it, y'all know who just died
Everyday, I'm outside taking risks
So much shots on my hip, don't know what to pick
Got the Ruger?
Nah, a stick, tried to kill me, he died quick
And I do what I want, can't nobody stop shit
He said the wrong thing out his mouth, got hit with some hot shit
He said the wrong thing out his mouth, got hit with some hot shit
He said the wrong thing out his mouth, got hit with some hot shit

[Chorus]
They wanna kill me, G33 make it filthy
These n***as know how I play, e-everythingK
Every opp shot, lost bro, it ain't nothing to say
If I come, I ain't coming to play
Get up close, ain't no running away
Get to geeking on n***as for free
On the six, and it's six chops, six n***as with me and they ready to tweak
N***as know it get lit after dark
N***as gettin' shot and they top gettin' dropped in the spot
'Cause they tryna spin through parked
I can't fuck with that n***a, he a bitch, and he don't got no heart
You wasn't here from the start, walk down gang, I ain't shootin' from far
DOA, we them n***as that flock up the car, but they label us stars
[Outro]
And this G on my body, the D's on my body
EBK, I don't fuck with nobody, Yagi B never needed a soul
Don't come around if you gon' fold, we too different
And the way that we move, they'll never catch us slipping
And I'm done with the talking, he not with the P
So I flock at his legs, now he done with the walking
If he throw up the G, send him to Rah
If he throw up the 4, send him to Stylez
(Said he OY, send him to—)