[Intro: Mhady2Hottie]
Glah Glah Glah Glah Boom n***a
Gang Gang Gang n***a
Like what
Glah Glah Glah Glah
Glah Glah
Look Look Gang bitch, I'm back and I'm better like
Bitch, I'm back and I'm - look
Bitch, I'm back and I'm better (Glah Glah Boom)
Gang Gang Gang N***a
Suck My Dick n***a every Gunna shot
Gang Look

[Verse 1: Mhady2Hottie]
Catch a Gunna it's lit
Scream RPT I might back out the blick
Beam on the- how the fuck could I-
Beam on the- how the fuck could I miss?
Yo Stunna, you seen me, you wasn't on shit
Rah got shot now he in a spliff
Creep through they block have 'em run Rick
Bando bitch, a thot had her doin dicks, like!
They keep mention they deads like rah he got shot in his head
Lotti got poked cut 'em like some bread
Big EBK everybody dead like wait
.38 go to work
When she hear my song make her wanna twerk
Oh, that's a opp, put 'em on a shirt
I don't really talk I just put in work, bitch
[Verse 2: Sheemy]
How y'all broke and y'all running the city?
How the fuck is y'all smoking on Diddy?
Back out the Henny while she play wit' her kitty
Y'all jacking the opps so it's finna get litty, bitch
Is you what like n***a, just stop it
On my dick with no bread in y'all pocket
Opps been talking don't even got knocking
See Me in traffic, I'm upping and flocking
Free Kay and he just on vacation
Told ma' don't worry, be patient
See us a opp and we fry him like bacon
We ran up a hunnid don't know why they hatin', bitch
On my dick but you ain't make a move
Different n***a when I get in my groove
See in my eyes, that I'm toting that two
Yeah, I know where I'm from don't mean that we cool
Bitch

[Verse 3: Nas EBK]
Got booked with the knocks still toting the knocks
Catch Edot then he getting shot
Spinning through the Hill tryna catch a opp
Hanging out the window, flockin' with the Flocks
Oh, they back out the Henny? I back out my knocks and I'm sending like plenty
Imma give 'em a ten-piece, can't go like Rah that's the reason they envy
And we uppin' the score, bro keep rapping, he opening doors
And I’m dropping the fours, Roscoe was lacking, got beat in the store
Got booked with the Smith and it came with a bean
Sha EK you a feen
Ballin' like Diddy, never switching teams
Hoppin' out the V shooting and repeat
And I can't go out like Keem, n***a should've moved, n***a got looked
And Roscoe got beat jackin' OY got his shoes took
[Verse 4: Mhady2hottie & Sheemy & Nas EBK]
Oh, he think it's a game
Watch how I up it put 'em on a chain
Think that he tuff, Mhady up and flame
Look at my blazer like CJ and Dame
N***as be bugging, ain't switching on gang
RIP Diddy, n***as know the name
N***as be bugging, ain't switching on gang
RIP Diddy, n***as know the name