[Intro: Yus Gz & Edot Babyy]
(Yozora)
(Elvis)
Stupid baby, stupid dumb baby (It's Edot, baby)
It's Edot mothafuckin' stupid baby
It's Edot, baby

[Chorus]
Grrah, grrah, grrah (Ah)
It's like so many opps you can smoke now (Who we tryna smoke?)
Edot Babyy got me suicidal
I ain't tryna fight you, bitch, I'ma light you (Grrah, grrah)
Like, catch lil' Ddot or DD, that's rec (That's rec)
Like, I heard a opp got punched up the steps (Grrah, grrah)
Like, paramedics pumpin' on his chest (Like, what?)
Grrah, grrah, grrah (Ah)
And we smokin' on E with the Dot, okay (Grrah)
Tryna mix it with Blay, n***a, every O shot (Grrah, like)
Like, I'm with Scottie2Hot
Who doin' what? We been smokin' EK pops (Grrah, grrah)
If he pop out the shh, I know brodie boom 'em (Don't run)
Like, he a stain, brodie gon' loot 'em (Grrah, grrah)
Like, where his chain? Gimme that Cuban
Kick his face to the ground, Notti Bop what we doin' (Grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah (Ah)
[Verse]
Dead Loccs got me lit, fuck dеad opps (Dead Loccs)
Every O shot, they can suck my dick
Put thе gun to my head, call me Edot (Every O shot)
Like, what? Go run down (Like)
First one I see, the knocker off his crown (Grrah, grrah)
Catch lil' DD, I'm gunnin' him down (Like)
Flick on the beam, tryna click every round (Grrah, grrah)
N***a dead, how I'm bitin' his sound? (Like)
Word around town, that bitch on a pound (Like)
Bitch, you popped, so don't tryna act too (Don't act)
He shot himself, he was dead like a statue (Grrah, grrah)
I'm off Edotty, he with JB (Edotty)
Like, tryna find me, I'm with AB
I'm on that block, right across the street (Like)
It's like, I see Edotty when I go to sleep (Grrah, grrah)

[Chorus]
Grrah, grrah, grrah (Ah)
It's like so many opps you can smoke now (Who we tryna smoke?)
Edot Babyy got me suicidal
I ain't tryna fight you, bitch, I'ma light you (Grrah, grrah)
Like, catch lil' Ddot or DD, that's rec (That's rec)
Like, I heard a opp got punched up the steps (Grrah, grrah)
Like, paramedics pumpin' on his chest (Like, what?)
Grrah, grrah, grrah (Ah)
And we smokin' on E with the Dot, okay (Grrah)
Tryna mix it with Blay, n***a, every O shot (Grrah, like)
Like, I'm with Scottie2Hot
Who doin' what? We been smokin' EK pops (Grrah, grrah)
If he pop out the shh, I know brodie boom 'em (Don't run)
Like, he a stain, brodie gon' loot 'em (Grrah, grrah)
Like, where his chain? Gimme that Cuban
Kick his face to the ground, Notti Bop what we doin' (Grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah (Ah)