[Intro]
Rrah, grahh, rrah, rrah
Mmm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz
It's Edot, baby (Chee on the beat)

[Chorus]
It's like one in a million I don't got my gun
Like, he tried to run, but I'm faster
Off a perc, that's on bro, I'ma catch 'em
New opp died, CHII was a lacker (CHII)
I be stuntin', so ice at the wrist
And you know I'ma ice up my bitch
Creep up gang, caught him loafin' and shit
I spin the block, then I'm switchin' the fit
Grahh, new Glock in my pants
Girl, it's a party, come shake it and dance
All of the opps, they goofin', up on the net
But they ain't do shit to my mans (At all, at all)
Like, y'all ain't actin'
Last opp got lined by a bitch (Bow), now he in y'all casket (Bow, bow, bow)
He ashes, turn that boy to dust for droppin' my O in them rap shits

[Verse]
Hunt a n***a off a perc
Y'all n***as rap, JB got murked (Rrah, what)
Like, smokin' Rite
Lil' Mezzy got hit, he ain't get to see the light (At all)
Oh, it's 5th to the Sev'? Send a kite
Spin through that block, I do every night (Rrah, rrah)
With this chop, I shoot off a bike
Don't think twice, you know it's on sight (Bow, gang, gang, gang)
Can't let up, got a vest, I'ma shoot from the neck up
Don't front, you get put on a stretcher
Why the opps on the net tryna check us? (Rrah, at all)
Keep a knocker, I got bad habits
Stick on my waist, it got an attachment
Don't front, that's how you get blasted
Fuck thirteen, got put in a casket (Got put in a package)
He better duck, no Daffy
I know an opp who got hit in the taxi
When I'm spinnin', I'm spinnin' with Jackie
Keep a choppa, it's hard to get at me
Like, I do what I want, 'cause n***a I can
I know you mad that I'm smokin' ya mans
I do a hit, then fly out to France (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
[Chorus]
It's like one in a million I don't got my gun
Like, he tried to run, but I'm faster
Off a perc, that's on bro, I'ma catch 'em
New opp died, CHII was a lacker (CHII)
I be stuntin', so ice at the wrist
And you know I'ma ice up my bitch
Creep up gang, caught him loafin' and shit (Grrah)
I spin the block, then I'm switchin' the fit
Grahh, new Glock in my pants
Girl, it's a party, come shake it and dance
All of the opps, they goofin', up on the net
But they ain't do shit to my mans (At all)
Like, y'all ain't actin'
Last opp got lined by a bitch, now he in y'all casket
He ashes, turn that boy to dust for droppin' my O in them rap shits

[Outro]
Y'all n***as rap, JB got murked, rrah, rrah