[Intro]
(Watcha say, mmm that you only meant well)
Graah, graah, graah boom
(You know Borleone shot this shit)
(Well of course you did)
(Yozora)
Don't lack, don't lack
(Elvis)
It's that Bando n***a, up a O and I'm adding a K n***a
Gz all around like a Gucci belt you heard
RPT 4 7 4 7

[Chorus]
How they talk on the guys but we up on the score
Gunna with me my twin we gon' ball
Bitch we hop on the set we ain't showing remorse
Smoking Nazzy this kid got me lost
Don't got time for the internet capping
Fuck all the dissing cause we know what happened
Couple shots got em running and dashing
Bro step out cold bitch he shoot like the Mavericks

[Verse]
Like, smoking B Diddy mix it with some Yellow
Noah lacked and got kicked like a peddle
Wifing a thot yeah that shit kind of ghetto
Me and DThang like LeBron and Melo
Oh he said that he spinning my block
Fuck the Courts bitch we every O shot
Like spin on the Sev cause they talking on Rah
Any Flock that we see gotta die
But lets about the new opps
That be on dick but them n***as ain't never do shit
Can't forget about the old opps
Never gon' spin cause they know that they gon' get hit
Oh he said that it's lit, say that
Remember spinning the Bridge in the Maybach
UE got hit ask them boys where his face at
Catch lil Wowdy he won't get his chain back
Tired of the politicking on my block
Any situation we threw shots
Catch a Flock a n***a getting flock
N***a Dougie got shot should have been in a box
Can't lack gatta stay with the ratchet
Dissing bro you get put in a casket
When we spin ask them n***as what happen
Refee got— that shit automatic
Tucked up bro so lil n***a it's clip
He get shot on a date with his bitch
Any day, anywhere make it lit
Like RPT buggin' we been on that shit
They like Bando buggin' gotta chill
I've been doing this shit with no deal
Still be clutching when I'm in the field
N***as never outside when we bend through the Hill
Fuck the dissing n***as need to stop it
Me and brodie back out different options
Pop a perc and get up on that timing
Spot me a Loc drop him like deposits
[Chorus]
How they talk on the guys but we up on the score
Gunna with me my twin we gon' ball
Bitch we hop on the set we ain't showing remorse
Smoking Nazzy this kid got me lost
Don't got time for the internet capping
Fuck all the dissing cause we know what happened
Couple shots got em running and dashing
Bro step out cold bitch he shoot like the Mavericks

[Outro:]
(Watcha say, mmm that you only meant well)
Man we heard that you told
He got booked and came home
(Watcha say, mmm that you only meant well)
(Well of course you did)