[Intro: TG Flockaa]
(Fatality)
Rrah, gang
Grrah, grrah, every opp shot (What the fuck? What the fuck?)
Got Chase with me, like, what?
N***as know what the fuck goin' on, like, every opp dead
Ah

[Verse 1: TG Flockaa & ChaseFrmDaSev]
Notti got poked, nobody was there
How the fuck y'all n***as don't care?
Oh, I forgot, Sha Gz ran
When we spinnin' they block, everybody got tanned, grrah
Where we goin'? To the Lam'
The Vatos got like three, four deads
[?] got hit in the head
But it don't even matter 'cause all of 'em dead
Flock 'em, we tryna put 'em to bed (Gor on the track, bitch)
I'm big DOA, now I'm 5th to the Sev
Don't mention [?], everything dead
Lotta n***as gon' die for talkin' on Mez'
So you know we gon' talk about Mex', n***a ride 'round with no gun in the Benz
Got booked for the knocks in the Benz
But I know I ain't ever gon' go out like Mex'
Free Kay, Mr. Go Ku With The Tec
One false move, n***as know the rest
We them stompers, we don't step
We won't even stomp walkin' up them steps
You a rookie, I'm a vet'
What the fuck you ever did for your set?
Three opps got hit in they head
And I been told n***as stop tappin' they neck, grrah
And, wait, what the fuck is a Sweeper?
If I catch a Sweeper, then I'ma just sweep 'em
T— shh, he told me how G Pop died, but we ain't gon' talk 'bout that neither
Every day, I ride with my nina
Hop out, send shots, we the ones doin' them hits
Like, what? Y'all n***as is kids
We gon' knock on your door 'cause we know where you live
It get active, n***a Chase pop out
And, no, he ain't passin' the ratchet
Spot us a Vato, make him do a backflip
Always keep it on us, why the fuck you askin'?
Ayo, Blick, loosen the whip
We tryna see who right there on that strip
If he posted on Lambert, give him six
If he jackin' he LV, then it's clip
Folks mad I'm smokin' they Blick
That n***a dumb, he got hit with a shotgun
Lil' Blick got hit in his shit
That n***a died, should've seen how they dropped 'em
Ayo, Thunder, why they on dick?
Spin through the Doug', ain't nobody gon' know
Who the fuck is a Sdot Go?
If I spot him, drop him, ready to throw (Ah)
[Verse 2: ChaseFrmDaSev & Cito Blick]
Tired of n***as cappin' what they not
Bend through they block, let off shots
I'm with TG, we on hots
Two deep, totin' knocks
We don't need no Vs, lil' n***a, just watch
We on feet, smokin' the block
And nobody outside, so nobody got dropped
Somebody outside, somebody get flocked
On the Sev, n***as pussy (N***as pussy)
Ds on my dick, always tryna book me (Like, what?)
All black, ski'd up with a hoodie (With a)
And my clip always full
Red beam, green beam when I'm feelin' good
Pop a Perc', sippin' mud
I don't fear nobody, what the fuck?
We could link up wherever, I'm bringin' my gun
Told Thunder, "Let's spin through the 8"
Flock 'em, drop 'em right on his face
Fuck that, we gon' spin through the 8
Free [?], I be runnin' my lips, okay
Got shot three times, why you think it's a game?
That could never be me
I'm a demon, I don't get back for no reason
Same thing, pop out, get even
We them GBG babies, big DOA
5th to the Sev, better stay out the way
When I'm on a drill, I don't play
Bro, pass me the knock, I'ma flame
Or I'm comin' dolo either way
Grab a G, somebody gettin' flamed
Why the Vatos dyin'? Like, damn
Smoke Unchii, Dubski, pokin' my brain (Ah)
[Verse 3: Cito Blick]
Ayo, Breezo, why you suckin' my dick?
You got shot, still ain't do shit
Never ran to me, like talk real shit
Tryna bend through the Dubs, tryna see who I blick
John Glo, headshot, got his taco split
Rah brains in the seat, in the whip
I'm with Chase in the Ts, tryna blick
Like, TG my Loc, always ready to spin
Got the stoley, let me out to the 8
From the Mitch, straight to the Gates
WinterDaBratt better stay in her lane
How you droppin' the 5? You was fuckin' the gang
Tryna catch me a 6O, where they lay?
Thirty shots in the blick, lil' n***a, let's play
Gotti got punched up in her face
[?] G pop out, let's play

[Verse 4: Thunder Bklu]
Like, fuck is a Sweeper? All them n***as clowns (Gor on the track, bitch)
Me and TG tryna come around
Thirty knockers, tryna shoot 'em down
He tried to run, but he hearin' that sound
And we spinnin' the Ts and lookin' for the Hound
And the first one we catch, we knockin' his hat
What he shootin'? He not aimin' at a [?]
Oh, that's JB Sleeze? He get put in a pound
Shots fired, I heard that boy in the ground
He got shot in his leg, he was still unpronounced
N***a dead, now I'm smokin' G Pop, he should've fled
Talkin' on Nazzy? N***as ed
Now I'm spinnin' through Dougs tryna knock off a head
I'ma hang out the window, I'm givin' out lead
If he try to get close, shots put him to bed
Like, spinnin' with the 5th if they droppin' the Sev
Spin the Gates and all we see is red
[Outro: Thunder Bklu]
All we see is red, rrah
Everybody [?], n***a (Gor on the track)
G Pop, 5th to the Sev
DOA, like, like, gunnin' for Naz, like
Gunnin' for JayRip, RGC, grrah, grrah, grrah
Like, y'all know wassup, n***a
Like, [?] with me
Like, TG with me, grrah
Like, Chase with me, baow, baow, baow