[Intro: Sha EK]
(Ran Van Dam, you goin' crazy)
OGz the fuck up
Grrah, everything dead, gotta stand on that shit
Grrah

[Chorus: Sha EK]
Ayo, PJ, pass me the chop
I'm 'bout to hop out and let this shit flock (Grrah)
Die Gz, y'all n***as is broke
Y'all be talkin' on Charlie, but Lotti got poked
Fuck Boomer, y'all gotta get back
I don't know why these n***as tryna act
In the O, we posted with the strap
Y'all never spin through the front or back (At all)
That's facts, y'all n***as runnin'
Big 48 when we yellin', "What's gunnin'?"
On my block, we don't care about reactions
We tryna hop out the V and start clappin' (Word)
And I heard that your father a fiend
He on a wheelchair, I'ma make him lean
And I heard that your father a fiend
He on a wheelchair, I'ma make him lеan (Grrah)

[Verse 1: Pj Glizzy]
Tryna spin through Munna, tryna catch an 80
Tryna rock him to sleep like a baby (Grrah, grrah)
Smokin' on Lotti, got me feelin lazy (Baow, baow)
Smokin' Bobby, got me feelin' wavy (Baow, baow)
I'ma keep clickin' 'til thеm n***as drop ('Til they drop)
Faced a blunt, and I still made it hot (Hot, baow, baow)
How you be smokin' on EK pops, when we had you runnin', duckin' shots (Shots, grrah)
All alone in my car, movin' dusty (Dusty)
He can get shot if he yellin' out, "Muddy"
Catch a shot to the chest, tryna rush me (Grrah, grrah)
I can't wait till I bump into Lucky, grrah (Gang-gang-gang)
I'ma keep spinnin' through these n***as block
Smokin' Benji, that n***a was popped
[Verse 2: Sha EK]
When you see me, better up the knocks
Smokin' JayRip, we don't fuck with the Flocks
Like, word to my mother you shot
Like ,word to my mother you shot
Face of the what? I'm the face of The Bronx
Bitch, I'm sanctioned on and off the block

[Verse 3: PJ Glizzy & Sha EK]
Like, most of my opps really know my bop (Grrah, grrah)
Try to Drilly Bop, he gettin' shot
If he jackin' Drilly, make it hot
Hollows they hit 'em, knock him off his top (Grrah)

[Verse 4: Sha EK]
Fuck the fifth, 'cause them n***as is broke
This n***a blood, and his brother a Loc (Like, what?)
This shit new, I never seen 'em throw
He better duck and he better get low

[Chorus: Sha EK]
Ayo, PJ, pass me the chop
I'm 'bout to hop out and let this shit flock (Grrah)
Die Gz, y'all n***as is broke
Y'all be talkin' on Charlie, but Lotti got poked
Fuck Boomer, y'all gotta get back
I don't know why these n***as tryna act
In the O, we posted with the strap
Y'all never spin through the front or back
That's facts, y'all n***as runnin'
Big 48 when we yellin', "What's gunnin'?" (Gunnin')
On my block, we don't care about reactions
We tryna hop out the V and start clappin' (Grrah)
[Outro]
Gang-gang-gang
Suck my dick
OGz the fuck up n***a, OGE
Grrah, grrah, grrah
AJ died, crashed the whip, suck my dick