[Intro: Lee Drilly]
Gang, gang gang gang
94Gz, no Gz like these you heard
Jack B's, jack bigger B's
Drop my shit we gon' let it squeeze
S double M, us never them
It's always gonna be us, cause it's never gonna be them
Money is a must, in Dummy gang we trust, you heard
Drilly, gang

[Verse 1: Lee Drilly]
Two guns when I come to play
Cause I'm SMM, ain't much that I got to say
First gun be a 9 in the clipo
FN Jay's try to take the opps, take the gang
[?] I heard that it's good for range
Better run when I start to flame
Cause these shots ain't built the same
Bullets go, [?] all types of ways
And I'm getting real tired of games
I'm throwing die 4zz, on they V, so they drive away
Couple goes tried to violate
But they had dick in they mouth, so what is they tryna say?
And it's still free Nas till that fucking day
He ain't here with gang, so he live in grey
[?] putting on for the fucking game
We outside putting in that type of pain
[?] me, like we playing fetch
She walk by flocks, so she getting wet
Tryna do em [?], like it wasn't Steph
She got good bop, but she giving neck
After that, gotta go, need to chase a check
And if you play with my money, you getting stretched
Say [?] last n***a, but he put to rest
Should've used what he [?] wore a vest
[?] if a n***a play disrespect
Cause the way I see it, only answer death
Shoot shit like it's nothing, could call me Steph
[?]
Just got me a beam, and you know it's red
Got a grip with a [?], can't control it yet
Gotta aim for the legs, so I hit his chest
I gotta aim for his back, just to hit his head
[Verse 2: Say Drilly]
Tell Squeezo to blam him
Big gun gotta walk with a cannon
Big choppa we doing some damage
[?] we down for the antics