[Intro: Choppa, prod. War]
Grrah grrah
Grrah grrah
War's too nasty
Grrah grrah
Grrah grrah

[Verse 1: Choppa]
.40 on me, I'm moving too different
Get up close when you’re shooting from distance
Choppa on me, he run then I'm clicking
.30 on me, I’m uppin’ the [?]
Dead opps
All of my opps caught a headshot
If he run then I'm making his head pop
I'm a different n***a when I walk through
I'm a killa, so watch who you talk to
.40 on me, I'm feening’ to off you
We keep spinning n***as till we [?]spot you
We keep clicking n***as till it's done
[?] .40 with a drum
If he play, then I'm killing his son
Beat the case, I'm going ton the run
.40 on me, he feenin' to dump
.40 on me, he feenin' to up
[Verse 2: joeyfrmdaO]
Yeah, I spin through the back
Pop out dressed in black
Why the fuck they put caps in they raps?
Make it lit where you at
If I don’t got the knocks he get beat with the left like
Put that boy to rest
Scream at the opps yeah, we seeing who next, like
Better have yo vest
[?] he get hit in his chest, like
Moving to hot he get hit in his chest, like
All about a check
Stressing a bitch, ain’t a bitch ima fess, like
Like two three shots in his neck
[?]
Slid two three blocks with the tec
Adot he with me, he feenin’ to step
Like who these opps, they a mess
I spot a opp, he get put to a test

[Verse 3: Bear Bando]
[?]
[?]
Flip the track and I’m making it happen
Don’t say you with me and then get to rattin’
[?]
If he move wocky, I shoot through the jacket
Like flexing for bitches, but we know he cappin’
[Verse 4: Choppa]
Yeah we know he cappin’
Why these opps be rattin’?
We caught an opp and we [?] him
We caught an opp then we clapped him
Fuck that, we see an opp and get [?]
Fuck that, I might just up that
Two three shots Ima bust that

[Verse 5: Bear Bando]
Big booty bitch, gon tuck that
If you drop my O, we gon clutch that
Like four five shots we gon dump that

[Verse 6: Choppa]
Like, they know what up
Energy different, they run into us

[Verse 7: JoeyfrmdaO]
Bdot he with me, you know that he clutch
Throw up the O, got the gang in the cut

[Verse 8: Bear Bando]
[?]
He tryna run, but where was his gun?, like
Where was his gun?
[Verse 9: CJ Goon]
...Let’s talk on the facts, like
Like how can I lack?
Run into me and I’m quick to react
Only my day ones saying no cap
Look
I’m tired of the talkin’ and dissin’
Spin the Rey, .30 hang out the [?]
Like C-Blu, tell Bando go click em
Do it like Bobby shooting from a distance
[?] gon hit him where it hurt
Like JayRip get put on a shirt
Fuck that, JB got it worse
OYOGz till the day I get murked
Like I know what it is, and you know what we on
Talk on bro, hella glizzys get drawn
Till we spot em, we got em, he gon