[Verse One: Hotti]
Two shots if he jackin’ he Jiggy
I ain’t linkin’ no smoochie unless I got sitchy
Brodie gon’ spin like a frisbee
Four fifth turn a fat n***a skinny
Spin through my side we gon’ shoot up the renty
Talk about chops we got plenty
You spin through my side we gon’ shoot up the renty
Talk about chops we got plenty

[Verse Two: Hotti]
If you fuck with them n***as you can duck with them n***as
I don’t give a fuck
I’m uppin’, I’m hittin’, run up then I’m clickin’
You tryin’ your luck
Word to gang Imma blick ‘em, no Uber we lift ‘em
He run up on me, he dumb
And baby I shoot like the Pistons
[?]

[Verse Three: Hotti]
I’m in a church, I don’t read a Bible
Me and Mo spin like a cycle
Ty Benji kickin’ like [?]
N***as ain’t get back, guess they don’t like you
Esco keep [?] a pole
So tell me, why would he fight you?
Sixteen shots to your dome
If I spot me a O no weed Imma light you
[Verse Four: Hotti]
OMB Mellz, boomin’ [?]
JayDee suck my dick, if I catch you I’m uppin’ this blick and I’m ootin’
Clickin’, blitzin’
Catch me a O, you know I ain’t missin’
Nine shots out the Smith’n
Hop out, my body different

[Verse Five: Hotti]
Perc got me sweatin’, I’m nauseous
Spin in the night, he dead by the morning
Bro don’t talk
He uppin’ his pole and he tossin’
Perc got me sweatin’, I’m itchin’, I’m nauseous
Spin in the night, he dead by the morning
Bro don’t talk
He uppin’ his pole and he tossin’

[Verse Six: Lee Drilly]
Said it’s [?], keep a gun in your coat season
Me, MB back to back cos we both demons
Gave Hotti a yerk, now the bro geekin’
See a opp and bro clickin’ for no reason
Said it’s [?], keep a gun in your coat season
Me, MB back to back cos we both demons
Gave Hotti a yerk, now the bro geekin’
See a opp and bro clickin’ for no reason
[Verse Seven: Lee Drilly]
I get hit in my right, use my left arm
[?] let the Tec spark
‘Member days hittin’ opps with the dead arm
I advise ya’ll to keep a vest on
Think I don’t got the chop them you dead wrong
Leave him like Yellow, take his neck off
Imma don, I be moving like Teflon
[?]

[Verse Eight: Lee Drilly]
Cin Munna turned Crip, n***a buggin’ like
Got poked by the Trends then you dubbed it right?
Jack Loc [?]
Man this boy is a bitch, he a fuckin’ dyke
Meanwhile AP dicksuckin’ like
[?] sayin’ blitz on a Gunna like
N***as still ain’t get back for they brothers life
On Thirdside all week, where the Munnas like?

[Verse Nine: Lee Drilly]
That’s an OY, why the fuck that boy lackin’ on Thirdside?
Don’t say a word, [?]
Almost turned him to runts on that kerbside
They call Gotti’s for addys, well they shoulda got mine
But they know Imma pop mine
Got his addy cause all of these bitches on line time
Leave ‘em dead at the stop sign
[Verse Ten: ThreeHunnit Bop]
Knock on my body, I’m ready to blow
You can tell by my bop that I’m totin’ the chrome
[?] she on me, she gave me the throat
She get to the block and leave the blick right in my coat
Bitch I get happy when I’m uppin’ the stick
He gon’ freeze when it flash like he takin’ a pic
And Imma keep dumpin’ ‘til I hear a click
If I’m on a drill I don’t care what [?] hit

[Verse Eleven: ThreeHunnit Bop]
If I’m on a drill just know I ain’t creepin’
Get close on his body, [?]
Like bro we gon’ click ‘til we know that he’s dead
Then we out to the block and smoke him to the head
Like bro we gon’ click ‘til we know that he’s dead
Then we out to the block and smoke him to the head
Like bro we gon’, what?
Like bro we gon’

[Verse Twelve: TheeeHunnit Bop]
Like bro we won’t post on the net if it’s beef
Tell n***as crack out when I spin through the P
Spin for that man before you throw up a T
New pack in the air, [?]
Fuck Willy, fuck Trip
They both got stabbed
Shout out to Kay, got shot in his back
Shout out to Kay, got shot in his back