[Intro: Lee Drilly & Yus Gz]
Yo, it's that Lee Drilly n***a, you heard? (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Drop four, I'm uppin' the 9, Mr. Demon Child, you heard?
My son Yus about to dump on this (Grrah)
(War's too nasty)
Every opp shot, 300K, ReyWayK, 700K, you heard?
Ah, Nazzy (Rrah, every opp shot)
Grrah like, grrah, like, grrah, grrah
Still the face of the—, grrah, like
Grrah, like, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, like (Baow, baow)

[Chorus]
Like, they like, "Yus, you on go with this shit" (Baow)
I'm tryna get out and blow with this shit (Like, what?)
Brodie gon' click and get low with this shit (What?)
All black, move tact', get to blowin' and shit
Like, who that? Move back, I'm reloadin' this shit (Grrah)
I bet if I up, he gon' blow with this shit (Grrah, grrah)
Like, one in the head, I'm on go with this shit (Like, what?)
Ten in the clip, it's a hole in his shit
Like, when I walk in the spot, I'm big broin' and shit
'Ootеr like Curry, go pro in this shit
Like, I'm the onе, y'all knowin' this shit
Like, brodie got shh, left a hole on his shit
Like, free the guys, they ain't foldin' and shit
Like, brodie got locked, got me holdin' this shit
[Verse]
Brodie got the knock in the cell
Like, slidin' through the opps in the cell (Grrah)
Like, brodie hit a opp and he fell
If I get booked, bitch, I do like the bail
Like, I'ma blow with the prayer that fell (Like, what?)
Ain't with the talkin', I'm goin' to jail (Like, what?)
Like, bullets hit him, leave his body stale (Grrt)
I know brodie gon' get him, leave his body pale (Grrt, grrah)
If she fuck with opps, then she can meet 'em well
Bro in the shh, gotta send 'em the mail
Smokin' on— shh, now we got him to smell
New opp just died now he burnin' in hell (Nazzy)
Put one in his face and his head and he fell
Creep on that block 'cause they talkin' on Dellz (Talkin' on what?)
Throw up a what? Hit his top, then he yell
I bet he gon' fall if he throw up a L (Grrah, grrah)
Like, stay on a hundred, no fifty, on go
Like on the court, bitch, I feel like a pro
Hop out gang, turn that boy to a ghost
Knock out gang, take him out of his soul
Bitch, we them demons, all we do is post
If we catch us a shh, turn that boy to a host
Like, nowhere to go, turn that boy to a toast (Nowhere)
Pop out at dark, all he saw was a ghost
Grrah, grrah (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Chorus]
Like, they like, "Yus, you on go with this shit"
I'm tryna get out and blow with this shit
Brodie gon' click and get low with this shit
All black, move tact', get to blowin' and shit (Like, grrah, grrah, boom)
Like, who that? Move back, I'm reloadin' this shit
I bet if I up, he gon' blow with this shit (Grrah, grrah)
Like, one in the head, I'm on go with this shit
Ten in the clip, it's a hole in his shit
Like, when I walk in the spot, I'm big broin' and shit
'Ooter like Curry, go pro in this shit
Like, I'm the one, y'all knowin' this shit
Like, brodie got shh, left a hole on his shit
Like, free the guys, they ain't foldin' and shit
Like, brodie got locked, got me holdin' this shit (Grrah, grrah)

[Outro]
Tell 'em face of the—
Grrah, slide
Grrah, grrah