[Intro: PJ Glizzy]
East London Magician
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Gang-gang-gang
Everything dead (Grrah, grrah)
Every opp shot
Everything dead, every opp shot, every Flocka shot

[Chorus: PJ Glizzy & Sha EK]
I was laughin' when that boy was lackin'
Catch lil' Leeky, we gon' end up clappin'
OGE, yeah, we blitzin' like it's Madden
Spin the 8, we tryna catch ASSASIN
Spin what? Spin who?
Oh, I forgot, we smokin' Boomer, too (Boomer)

[Verse 1: Pj Glizzy]
Met a lil' baddie, she shakin' the room (Grrah-grrah)
She gon' shoot if I tell her to shoot (Like)
She get neaky (Neaky), she get naughty
She up the beam right up under the .40 (40)
I don't care, if it's up, then it's stuck
Everything dead, bitch, we don't give a fuck (Like)
Sha Gz, when I spin through, just duck
Aim for his dreads, hollow hit, he was slumped
[Verse 2: Sha EK]
Grrah
That's facts, we made it
All them other pussy n***as baited
I was grindin' while them n***as hated
Big Die Gzz, now look at they faces
Now I'm rich, now I'm lit
Carry my knocks 'cause I'm still on that shit
Try to run up and get turned to a spliff
PJ be drivin', but still tryna hop out the whip
Got the drop so we gotta go blitz
Brodie on point and he still tryna catch him a 'rip

[Verse 3: Pj Glizzy]
Mori Blixk, don't forget, you a faggot (Faggot)
Catch Kha, that's a Brooklyn basket (Grrah-grrah)
Like, who savage?
Mat Sav, he got put in a packet
If it's Fifth to the Sev, let 'em have it (Have it)
Ayo, Nesty, go and get you a ratchet (Bitch)
Or the Gates gon' be carryin' your caskets
Once again, we don't fuck wit' no Flockas (Grrah-grrah)
Tryna up it, change a n***a roster (Roster)
Wear Amiri denims like the shotter (Grrah-grrah)
You can't spin through my block, you impostor (Bitch)
Lefty throwin' shots, it's hot as lava (Lava, grrah)
[Chorus: PJ Glizzy & Sha EK]
I was laughin' when that boy was lackin'
Catch lil' Leeky, we gon' end up clappin'
OGE, yeah, we blitzin' like it's Madden
Spin the 8, we tryna catch ASSASIN (Bitch)
Spin what? Spin who?
Oh, I forgot, we smokin' Boomer, too (Boomer)

[Outro: Sha EK]
That's facts, we made it
All them other pussy n***as baited
I was grindin' while them n***as hated
Big Die Gzz, now look at they faces
Now I'm rich, now I'm lit
Carry my knocks 'cause I'm still on that shit
Try to run up and get turned into a spliff
PJ be drivin', but still tryna hop out the whip