[Verse 1: 83HADES]
No smoke, you don't want beef with my clique, aye
Pull up, gun sounds in this bitch, aye
Big choppa came with a cooling kit, aye
[?] bust down off of zips, aye
[?]
Talkin' and you know his ass gone hit
See the [?], run it down on yo' fuckin bitch

[Verse 2: 83HADES]
I don't rock ice no more
I don't tax pints no more
And I got this nice .44
Don't try me, lil' bro
Why you talkin' shit, but you never show it?
Why you gotta gun but you won't blow it?
Tryna take me, I ain't goin'
I'ma stir up some commotion
And I sell a lot of dope
Got a piece with a scope
We can bang in this hoe
If you said you need smoke
And I'm up for my set
Come down with the poles
Go off with the tech
But I'm fast to reload
Turn it wintertime with the snow, aye
Made her fall in love with the cocainе
And I got gucci to my toes, aye
Watch me skirt off in thе beamer, aye
Tell him run the fade when I see ya, aye
Got the hollow tips, they might eat ya', aye
[?]
Free all of my dogs out the pen, aye
[Verse 3: 5.53FXNDI]
Fuck everybody, bitch, I am alone
[?]
I made 30 bands, I was usin' my phone
I made 30 bands and I did it alone
Pull-Pull out yo' pistol, bitch, [?]
I bought me a draco [?]
Guns in the back so you know how I'm comin'
They call me big fxndi, turn nothin' to somethin'
Whi-White boy fxndi, he be posted with the gang
He was outside [?]
Talkin' to the boy, better watch what you say
He don't give a fuck, kill yo' ass broad day
I-I-I-I roll with the mop, bitch, you roll with a posse
Big ass AK, straight from benghazi
Big gas and my lungs [?] nazi
Smokin' that pack, hotbox like a nazi
Fuck on that bitch, i'ma make her bust down
[?]
I [?] with them rounds
I made all this money for sellin' them pounds
Fuck yo' gang, fuck yo' clique
Fuck yo' gang, fuck yo' clique
Fuck yo' gang, fuck yo' clique

[Verse 4: 33mercury]
Without this music, I probably won't be shit
I hate you bitches [?] talk and I mean it
[?] run up yo' home and gon' stay with it
Choppa gone take off yo' face, now you faceless
Never looked up to nobody
I rather be dead in the coffin than copy somebody
I might just go pop me an oxy
I can't stand this pain, so I walk around like I'm a zombie, yuh
You is a not a big talk
Stop with all that small talk
Talkin' n***a, dropped off
Bitch, yuh
Tweakin' like I'm spastic
I'm movin' with big fxndi, so you know that shit is tragic
AK on yo' back with the Ruger in yo' pocket
Why you flexin' guns when you know damn well you won't pop it?
No, I ain't no bitch, I ain't doin' this for profit
Why you all up on me like a weirdo? Boy, just stop it, aye