*Lyrics from unreleased full snippet*

[Intro]
MC, make another hit
Project- project X
Project- project X (AyyoLu-)
Project- project X

[Pre-Chorus: BBG Steppaa]
Ay, ay
Like I really hate opps
Broad day, we gon' spin through the 8 block
Bark from the AR too, he caught a K shot
And since we on that topic, still smokin' on faceshot
Uh, bitch I be posted with a .9
I cannot run 'cause my bro let the [?] shine
I don' got booked with the .40, I hate mine
But I made n***as put Law & Order to K Shine

[Chorus: DudeyLo]
Walk down good, sing on his block like
I don' seen shit that these n***as ain't seen
Therapy, all my pain on a beat
I lost bro that shit turned me a bеast
Like hold on
I shoot movies on blocks like KJ
Down thе steps I was flickin' with AJ
In the Bronx, I was flickin' with JJ
See a Jet, I start yellin' out "Melee"
[Verse 1: DudeyLo & BBG Steppaa]
Wait, who shot him?
Wait, still nobody knows
Fresh with the drill, could've bought all the clothes
Rule number 1: Gotta make it back home
N***as be bogus, if you notice
We got Harlem, we shakin' the towns
How many n***as we put in the ground?
She tried to run and got hit with the--
We X 'em out, no MCVertt
We gave all them the belt and it hurt
Run 'em down, I'ma get to 'em first
Nugget head, he got hit up the worst
N***as pussy, I know the real in them
This heater blow, it's goin' up and it's killin' 'em
My heart shapin' so, ahh I be feelin' it
And the sounds of the streets, we was healin' it
(Uh)

[Verse 2: BBG Steppaa]
TG got hit in the store, he ain't make it
Do a drill, Nike ski and some Asiks
Hit the A, n***a back to the basics
Face got faced, roll him up, I'm impatient
We in Newark City, rollin' with Ace T
When my brodie shoot, no he don't gotta say shit
We be cookin' these n***as like bacon
When you jump out that ride, put your mask on, Jason
Any block, we could take us a trip
Brodie drive while I bang out the whip
I'ma throw nine, brodie gon' throw six
If the D's tryna opp, then we breakin' a miss
G45, it be breakin' a wrist
Tryna slide, then we bakin' the whip
N***as hidin' they fake as a bitch
And lil Dudey have 'za, I be fakin' a hit
[Verse 3: BLOODIE & DudeyLo]
And your bro died and he can't come back
Not gon' lie, that shit wack
Word to bro, man that shit get me mad
I get to Makkin' in the back of the back
I hit the block, no dates and I trap
Car, tires, stuffed with the packs
Word to bro, bruh this 'life' shit wack
Mans grandma, was servin' her crack
(Grrah grrah)
If he try to reverse the car, hear a boom
He popped off then he gettin' them too
I love ho's but I don't got a boo
Ain't cuffin' no thots, boy these bitches be used
Cuffin' this bitch? These bitches be bops
She gon' die tryna be a lil line
Opp thot, she can't come to my block
Get fucked in the staircase, one at a time (Walk down)

[Chorus: DudeyLo & BLOODIE]
Walk down good, sing on his block like
I don' seen shit that these n***as ain't seen
Therapy, all my pain on a beat
I lost bro that shit turned me a beast
Like hold on
I shoot movies on blocks like KJ
Down the steps I was flickin' with AJ
In the Bronx, I was flickin' with JJ
See a Jet, I start yellin' out "Melee" (Time)