[Intro: Yagi B]
Grrah, grrah
Like what?

[Verse 1: Yagi B & C Blu]
Oh, he loafin', flock him
Bro tryna shoot, but I already got him
Like, I'm doin' pop-ups
Flick on a Jet while I'm smokin' on Poppa
Notti, Dotty, Wasca
One got poked, and the rest got shot up
He think he hot, but these bullets is hotter
Beat on his head like smackdown
I'm in the spot, we ain't doin' no pat down
Bullets is fast, where you gon' run?
Don't got a mask, still uppin' this gun
Get up on 'em, I really do that
Smokin' that boy that got flocked out his durag
Don't gotta force it, I'ma creep up (Grrah)
Back out, there go a Sweeper (C Blu)

[Verse 2: C Blu]
Oh, you think I'm a streamer? Push up
This G17, it's gon' show you what's up
Don't get shot tryna bluff, better duck (Grrah)
You ain't drill for the gang, no, he ain't one of us (Grrah)
I put on for the set, that's a must
N***as be cap, they ain't drillin' on us
Sweeper what? I can't wait 'til I see 'em
Dissin' my dead, I'll make sure that you meet him (Grah)
N***as pussy, they ain't really on that
Mans get packed, they ain't gettin' back
They just dissin' n***as in they tracks
[Bridge: C Blu]
Grrah
Where the fuck you n***as gon' go spin, n***a?
Grrah (C Blu)

[Verse 3: C Blu & Mhady2hottie]
They just dissin' n***as in they tracks
When you gon' start to livin' what you rap?
Yeah, these n***as dead butt, they don't want smoke
You ain't gon' shoot, what you totin' that gun for?
Like, on that block posted up like Mutombo (Baow, baow, baow)
Outside, shit really get wicked (Get wicked)
The shit that I rap about, I really live it (I really live it)
We smoke Pop, now they all in they feelings (GPop)
Grindin', I don't need no handouts (Don't need nothin')
Spin no blocks and you dissin', you fanned out (You fanned out)
He try to reach for his pole, that's a man down (N***a dead)
Too many shots, when I click, n***a ran out (Baow, baow, baow)
So much shit that I seen in my past life (In my past)
When I think about bro, I get mad tight (I get mad tight)
Wait, he cannot duck from my flashlight (He cannot duck)

[Verse 4: Yagi B & Mhady2hottie]
Playin' duck, duck, goose with the Hats, like
I'll put this beam on a Jet, what?
Bullets gon' eat up his chest, look
I put in P for the set
Two guns, DOA, I'm big EOS
Edot, suicide, must've been stressed (Edot)
Notti, poked all in his chest (Notti)
Wasca, shot all in his neck (Huncho)
Three Os in the grave and they still ain't spin yet (And they still ain't spin yet)
I'm a gangster, that shit in my flesh (That shit in my flesh)
I'm shootin' for bro and I'm shootin' for less (Baow, baow, baow)
Time to show you lil' n***as who best
Relly got shot in his back, should've had on his vest
One, two, three, he done
Clickin' this gun, I'm tryna put 'em to rest
One, two, three, he done
Clickin' this gun, I'm tryna put 'em to rest