[Intro: PJ Glizzy]
Gang-gang-gang
(Is this Glvck?)
OY-OGz
N***as know what's goin' on
Grrah-grrah, boom

[Verse 1: CJ Goon & Pj Glizzy]
And that's just the end of it (Gang)
N***as talkin' but don't be bendin' shit (Boom)
I'ma Goon wit' this tool, off adrenaline
Pumpin', brodie wit' me, get to dumpin' (Uh-Huh)
'Cause I'm ballin' like Diddy, livin' like Yellow
Back on court like Carmelo (Boom)
.40, it bark (Boom), you gon' hear the echo
So don't play wit' the Goons (Gang-gang)
Talking crazy, we run in ya' room (Skrrt)
Heavy mops, and sticks, and brooms (Gang-gang)
It's a problem? Send 'em to the moon (To the moon)
It's a problem? Send 'em to the, look (Boom, boom)

[Verse 2: YFT-Sensei, Pj Glizzy & Sha EK]
You got a chop? N***a, me too
I'ma up it and click when I see you (Gang, grrah-grrah, boom)
That's the difference
Tell 'em, "Listen"
Brodie cookin' up dope in the kitchen (Uh-Huh)
If a n***a act up, we gon' click 'em (What?)
If it's up then it's stuck, n***a, let me know (What's the word?)
All my opps is broke (Boom), they be sharin' clothes, like (Uh-Huh)
If you know then you know (Then you know)
N***as be like, "Bro, you throw 5 (Uh-Huh), I throw 10" (Brrt)
Man, fuck that shit, my chop extend (Boom-boom-boom)
Sendin' 30 shots, why you throwin' 10? (Skrrt, skrrt)
Like, these n***as never gon' spin
From the Hill to the Courts, we get money for real
Better move wit' caution, don't lack in the field
OY-OGz, better keep a steel (Uh-huh)
[Verse 3: Sha EK]
Yeah
Like, fuck that
Baby girl, I was itchin' to up that (Facts)
That's ya' bitch? You just mad 'cause I fucked that
That's ya' bitch? You just mad 'cause I fucked that
Gang-gang-gang
I'ma bust it, bust it, bust it
I'ma touch it, touch it, touch it
I done forgot that bitch had a n***a
So me and the bros had to up it (Like, suck my dick)
So me and the bros had to up it (Boom-boom)
Yeah (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
So me and the bros had to up it (Grrt)
So me and the-
Gang-gang-ga- (Rrah)

[Verse 4: Lefty Goon & Pj Glizzy]
Bitch, I up wit' the right, but I shoot wit' my left (Gang)
Push up on me (Gang), get hit in your chest
When you spin through my block, better have you a vest (Boom-boom-boom)
If not, that's your ticket to death
If a n***a throw up 4z, my Oz gon' bang out (Die 4z)
Me and Paulie 2 deep where you hang out (Gang)
We gon' slide on them n***as to see what they 'bout (Gang)
Two Oz in the V wit' the thing out (Boom-boom)
Like, they don't know we clutch (What?)
Like, name one Goon you touched (Uh-Huh)
If he run into me, I'ma up (Gang-gang-gang)
When you run into me, better duck (Gang-gang-gang)
[Verse 5: PJ Glizzy]
Like, we bend blocks, who tough? (Who tough?)
Like, we send shots, who up? (Bow-bow)
Got a baba that just want to bust (Skrrt)
If he uppin' the 4's (Boom), then I bet that she clutch (Boom), like
Jiggy man got a call that it's up (That it's up)
If it's up, then we leavin' it stuck, then (Boom-boom)
Hollows hit 'em, they ended the function (Skrrt-skrrt)
We the opps, ain't no way that we bluffin' (Boom-boom)
Jay5ive wit' me so bitch, structure up (Structure up)
When we clickin', we aim at your muffin (Gang-gang)
And you know we ain't clickin' for nothin' (Gang, gang)
When we score, that's the end of discussion (Grrt)

[Outro: PJ Glizzy, CJ Goon, YFT-Sensei, Sha EK & Lefty Goon]
Gang-gang-gang
Gang-gang-gang
Suck my fuckin' dick
OY-OGz
Gang-gang-gang
Gang-gang-gang
Grrah

And that's just the end of it
N***as talkin', but don't be bendin' shit
I'ma Goon wit' this tool, off adrenaline
Pumpin', brodie wit' me, get to dumpin'
You got a chop? N***a, me too
I'ma up it and click when I see you
That's the difference
Tell 'em, "Listen"
Brodie cookin' up dope in the kitchen
Yeah
Like, fuck that
Baby girl, I was itchin' to up that (Facts)
That's ya' bitch? You just mad 'cause I fucked that
That's ya' bitch? You just mad 'cause I fucked that (Gang-gang)
(Bitch, I up wit' the right, but I shoot wit' my left
Push up on me, get hit in your chest
When you spin through my block, better have you a vest
If not, that's your ticket to death)
Like, we bend blocks, who tough?
Like, we send shots, who up?
Got a baba that just want to bust
If he uppin' the 4's, then I bet that she clutch, like
Everything dead
Everything dead, OY-OG, n***a (Hol' on, word to my mother)
He was a fuckin' Flocka, now he need a fuckin' doctor, n***a
He was a DOA n***a, fuck is you talkin' about n***a?
I can't wait till I catch me a flocka, stupid