[Intro: Diana Ross & Kenzo Balla]
Am I really hard to please?
Perhaps I have such special needs (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Grrah, grrah
I wondered what was wrong with me (Like)
My friends all fall so easily (MB, MB)
(Ayo, Sam)

[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
Fuck the Gz, n***as never on shit
Bando got clipped and he ain't catch a hit
Smokin' Dubskiii and Rah out the zip
With Mexi and Lotti, this shit got a kick
Kenzo Balla, I'm back on that shit
Movin' immaculate, packin' a 5th
Blast up, n***a got packed on the strip
Roll new dead opp, laughin' and shit
Keem dissin' me and now I'm sick
I'ma spin through the Hill, hit him in his shit
N***a broke, he never got no drip
If I spot him, it's lit, I'm uppin' the rip
Everybody get shot when we spin
I'ma spin off a Perc', might throw more than ten
Pray to God every time that I sin
I just hope he forgive me for sinning again
Spin the 'Well and show him how the Glock work
I can't wait 'til I run into Blockwork
Lotta n***as died, I know the opps hurt
Since the one, they made about five shirts
I'm on fifty, bitch, I'm dumping mines first
N***a died in a cab, he went out the worst
Miss my 9, on bro, it's fuck the 41st
I just bought another chop so don't get murked
And my body different when I'm off a Perc'
I swear I just be ready to blitz
Hit a opp and cross him off the list
Caine keep shooting, this shit got a kick
Stop the cap and go and catch a hit
He got hit in his stomach, thought it was his hip
Every opp who dissin' could get clipped
He gon' hate me if I see him slip
Better get a gun 'cause it's that season
Hittin' opps, we do it for a reason
Lil' bro say he wanna see him bleedin'
If I spot Lil' Spongy, I'ma leave him
Talkin' on JB, I can't wait to see 'em
When I shoot his lessons, I'ma teach him
Keep on shooting 'til he on the street done
Bitch, it's 5th to the Sev, we them demons
[Verse 2: Rayy Balla]
We ran him down, know we flocked out the whip
Lil' bro thirteen, say he flockin' to live
If I don't got the knock, he get beat with a stick, like
He try to run, hit that boy with the whip, like
MBF, double O, bitch, I'm the drip, like
Bullets gon' hit him, rearrange his shit, like
Don't give a fuck if you Blood or you Crip, if you droppin' my shit then you bound to get hit
Bro pop out the cut with a .30 and shit, start shootin' from deep like he Curry and shit
Sippin' on Wock', vision blurry and shit, but don't try to front still sturdy with the grip
Six shots let off, three n***as got hit, like
It's a man down every time when we spin
We up on the score and we don't count attempts, like
Kaylo my brother, he taking that risk, like
Speak on JB, then you taking that trip, like
Now it's time to go spin, fuck a outfit, I'ma spin what I'm in
Give a fuck 'bout no face, hope they remember it
He got shot out the car, he couldn't see, windows tint
TG flocked out the V, while he yellin' out, "Crip"
All he heard was MB then that n***a got hit
If a bitch bunny hop, tell us Ballas to spin, like
Rah-Rah got shot, left him slumped in the whip
Lotti got poked, left him dead on the strip
'Lila got smoked, left her dead in a crib
Juu Hef got beat with the hookah, oh shit
KDub tried to run, but the fat n***a tripped
Nobody outside, so Mex got spliffed
Caine got me bussin' and tweakin' and shit
All the opps dead, yeah, they restin' in piss
[Verse 3: PDot Sav]
Grrah, grrah
I don't know who to trust on the bros, n***as movin' real funny
Mix the Mexi with Dubski and Dummy
He get shot if he hop like a bunny
Nesty a bum and he don't got no money (Dubski)
When I slide, better run or get clipped
Whole block movin' tact' when we takin that trip
Call up Kenzo, you know that's the drip
When I spin through the 4s, I'ma up off the hip
I know n***as prayin' that I slip, they gon' stay on they knees, tell 'em n***as suck dick
I catch Richie, then he gettin' hit
E4D doing bad, n***as ain't doin' sh'it
And DaOoter n***a, he a bitch
He keep losin' his mans and he just wanna diss
If he move then it's lit, Keemy gon' up it and click it, hit him in his shit
Got the knock on my hip, n***as be talkin' in songs but never caught a hit
And Breezo a kid, plus he got shot and he still not rappin' what he live
And the Wock' got me lit, smokin' on Rah, this shit bussin', bussin' out the zip

[Outro: Kenzo Balla & PDot Sav]
Grrah, gang
Grrah-grrah, boom
Every opp shot
Everything dead, like
Grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah-grrah, like