[Intro: Lee Drilly]
Gang, gang, gang gang
Lee Drilly (Like, What?)
(94Gz, no Gz like these you heard, jack B’s, jack bigger B’s, drop my shit, we gon let it squeeze)
(Whoopty)

[Chorus]
Oh that's the opps right there?
They get dropped right there, like play that cut
Oh they movin' wock, like where? Hollows stop him right there, we gon flame that up
And he got hit by a bitch, we don’t ask what he did like, know that n***a told (EK)
And he got a wedgie, man that n***a is dead heat, tryna say that’s old
Oh they turnin' up in the spot? Imma dump in the spot, let the party die
If she cannot rump in thе spot, she eat it up in the spot, suck a n***a
Edot Babyy donе gassed him, told them he was the bad twin, man that n***a lied (OY-OYK)
He got beat out his damn shoes, and that shit made the damn news, and he ain’t jack OY (Roscoe!)

[Verse]
Look, I talk hot ‘cause I’m really on timing
See an opp and I doubt he surviving (Beat 'em, beat 'em)
We spin them blocks, all them n***as hiding
Switch on a chop, the bullets multiplying
N***as swear on their deads and be lyin'
Switchin' on they life and start dying
DrillyGang, we promote the violence
Kill 'em with guns while they kill us with comments
Had Blay red shirt, now it's dead stop
Free Pookie, DOA a dead block (DOA-K)
Yagi B mention gang, need to dead stop (E-Whoopty)
Only thing that you did was smoke his dead pops
Wock a beam, imma knock off his dreadlocks
Don't say a word, all you see is red dots
AJ Wvttz, he almost caught a head shot
And them OY bitches is dead chopped (OYK!)
N***as know my body, they run from me
And they broke, n***as got no money
Ask about the guy livin' lovely
Laugh at jokes, until it nothin' funny
How they Bunny HopK, but take shit on a bunny
Pussy n***as wanna mention Dummy
300 shots when I run into Dougie
No Henny for Lenny, baby we get muddy
And we all in the streets for a reason
Free Birk, throw bro, two demons
Like, hop out while the car still speeding
Gotta learn a lesson, so we teach 'em
Turn that boy into brussell, I'm steaming
Tryna get some free racks, I been fiendin'
Spin they block in silence, get to creepin'
Spin they block in silence, get to creepin'
No, fuck that, all my n***as let ratchets off
And we do not condonin' the back and forth
One false move, and my n***as gon' pack 'em off
One time, n***as died with his jacket on
But it's not my fault, what he lackin' for
And if you don't got a gun, what you yappin' for?
You know it's full blown war when it's racket off
We get to clappin' like [?] basketball
Know it's real, I got shooters from out of town
I'm a demon, don't call me a problem child
So he flex on the Gram, but his pops went out
When I creep through the [?]
June 5th, for the opps is the worst day
June 5th, Rite died on a Thursday
June 5th, Marky got it the worst way
June 5th the Nesio n***a birthday
EBK, n***as know the vibes
DrillyK in they music, they know that we never hide
All bullshit put aside
How y'all smoke n***as packs but don't take one of mine?
And I always been on that time
Since 2005, on the real, I been outside
No smoke, I ain't hard to find
And y'all n***as been dead ever since boy Twista died
Man, y'all n***as is talkers
And nobody dead, so how y'all performin'?
Me and mine really scorers
Take a trip to that block and remind 'em we torch 'em
I got that flow like water, remember Bacon was a baller
N***as front that shit, should've offed 'em
Loc died, he went out like paroler
And [?] fuck lil' girls, he a rapist
[?] said he gon' get 'em, let's take it