[Intro]
Bow
Free Baby Shiesty man you know how the fuck we rocking man
ShiestBlock
Uh huh, uh huh
Bow, bow, bow, bow bow bow
I said, "Look"
I said, "Look"

[Chorus]
N***as dissin', but they hoes go to war for my bros
I got bagged, tryna go up the road, but I gotta chill 'cause I'm tryna blow
Like, in the stu', we gotta leave four pipes
We catch a opp, now he run for his life
We catch a R, we leave him at a light
Stuck in the trap from sun up to the night

[Verse]
I don't trust nobody, but my brothers ain't nothin' the world
I won't do for my mother
We got a chop, shit sound like a stud
Gotta watch for cops, they run undercover
He act tough, then we put him under
I was tryna pop, in the rain, in the thunder
Shit get crazy, all in the summer
Stay in thе trap, tryna look for a come up
Must be dumb, if you try to run up
My n***as shooters, thеy aim for the neck up
BG, always tryna stretch some
He try to run, these bullets gon' catch him
Never lacking, always gotta keep mine
If he walkin', leave him at a stop sign
Strapped up, we toting on Glock 9s
We spin they block but nobody outside
Sipping on green you know that I stay high
Looking for me, I be in the Southside
You heard BSGK, I bet that you rewind
Cops try to hop, we throw up a peace sign
N***as be dirty, they ridin' in Nissan
My n***as sturdy, they ridin' in X5
N***as compete but n***as ain't no comp
Free all my brothers, I'm screaming free M5
Shit gone get crazy if I call up Lil Slime
I know some n***as that really could co-sign
I got bagged and came home in no time
Must be slow if I ain't gon' tote mine
Must be dumb if I ain't gone blow mine
I call it Curry but it is a G5
G Smash a demon, he comin' like LeBron
And I'm like Jordan when he was in his prime
My opps be wolfin', but n***as don't do nothin'
Shit could get crazy, I might go and bitch him a savage
And I'm a savage you know my body
You know my body, lil' 15, tryna catch him a homi
Down bad, go do me a robbery
Watch out for bitches, they might try to line me
I'ma blow, ain't nothin' gon' stop me
We up the road might pop us a Mazi
4'5 got a big kick, no karate
Got hit with a hit stick, he got bodied
[Chorus]
N***as dissin', but they hoes go to war for my bros
I got bagged, tryna go up the road, but I gotta chill 'cause I'm tryna blow
Like, in the stu', we gotta leave four pipes
We catch a opp, now he run for his life
We catch a R, we leave him at a light
Stuck in the trap from sun up to the night