[Intro: Mhady2hottie]
(Shout out Yamaica)
(Beats by Yamaica Productions baby)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
Like what?
Like what?
Like what?
Grrah, grrah

[Chorus: Mhady2hottie]
Hang out the V, then we dump out the window
Better run, better duck, better get low
Don't see a soul, then we flockin' at big bros
We gon' slide, 30 clips and extendos
He got hit tryna slide in a fish bowl
.40 so loud, shit fuck up my earlobes
YGK, we don't fuck with them weirdos
Hollows they hit him, fuck up his skin tone
Told bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin' it"
On the net, all they do is just politic
But we just pulled up with a lot of sticks (Like how?)
Spin through, all black, anonymous
Headshot, now he need some oxygen
Whatever thеy throw up, I'm droppin' it
All the demons is mad, ain't no stoppin' 'em
Whеn I see you, ain't no way that you blockin' us
[Verse 1: Nas EBK]
N***as actin' and shit
Spin through the block and I'm faster than shit
Oh that's yo' mud? Get smacked wit' the grip
Like, big die 4z, tried to run and he tripped
If I catch Dwade, n***a I up and I spray
GBEK, GDK, VatoK, I'm EBK (Suck my dick)
And I'm geekin' and tweakin'
Nas Blixk got hit in the weekend
EK, stop the cap
When I came back, that boy runnin' track
Had him gaspin' and shit
All in your raps, why you cappin' and shit?
New opp pack, and it's gas in this shit
Like new opp pack, and it's gas in this shit (Like what?)
Me and Mhady, on a drill
Yeah I'm geekin', I'm off a pill
Hop out, I'ma go for the kill
Two-three shots, deep just like O'Neal
I'ma show you, this shit get real
Two guns up, totin' on my steel
One named Jackie, the other name is Jill
S double-M, bitch, I'm in the field
I'm causin' wreck, spinnin' through the Hill
And it's deals, after deals
I ain't signing, I need me a mil'
You gon' feel, how I feel
[Bridge]
You gon' feel, how I feel
Suck my dick n***a (Grrah, grrah)

[Chorus: Mhady2hottie]
Hang out the V, then we dump out the window
Better run, better duck, better get low
Don't see a soul, then we flockin' at big bros
We gon' slide, 30 clips and extendos
He got shot tryna slide in a fish bowl
.40 so loud, shit fuck up my earlobes
YGK, we don't fuck with them weirdos
Hollows they hit him, fuck up his skin tone
Told bro, "Don't stop, keep flockin' it"
On the net, all they do is politic
But we just pulled up with a lot of sticks (Like how?)
Spin through, all black, anonymous
Headshot, now he need some oxygen
Whatever they throw up, I'm droppin' it
All the demons is mad, ain't no stoppin' 'em
When I see you, ain't no way that you blockin' us (Bitch)