[Chorus: NoChill]
I could say that I’m smokin’ ya deads
When I walk, bitch, it’s one in the head
I got the knocks and it’s loaded with lead
Now I’m unloading this lead
Big ass knock, put a whole in his head
He got shot til’ he see the lead
Grahh, grahh, grahh, grah
Put a price on his head like the App Store
So what, I’m smoking your dead, what you mad for?
Fuck the front, we gon’ blitz through the back door
I like to smack on her butt, ‘cause ass soft
There’s a whole lotta opps on my dick
Can’t go out like ‘Rip, so I gotta move tact mode
There’s a whole lotta opps on my dick
Can’t go out like ‘Rip, so I gotta move—

[Verse 1: NoChill]
Bdot got [?], but that bum n***a jackin’ yo shit, gotta die
[?], get the fuck off my dick, you was just askin’ me for a fеature on live
Bitch then wе slide, I keep a .9
Moneywell K, I catch [?], he gon’ die
I pistol pack and I stay with a—
I pistol pack and I stay with a— (Grahh, grahh, boom)

[Chorus: NoChill]
I could say that I’m smokin’ ya deads
When I walk, bitch, it’s one in the head
I got the knocks and it’s loaded with lead
Now I’m unloading this lead
Big ass knock, put a whole in his head
He got shot til’ he see the lead
Grahh, grahh, grahh, grah
Put a price on his head like the App Store
So what, I’m smoking your dead, what you mad for?
Fuck the front, we gon’ blitz through the back door
I like to smack on her butt, ‘cause ass soft
There’s a whole lotta opps on my dick
Can’t go out like ‘Rip, so I gotta move tact mode
There’s a whole lotta opps on my dick
Can’t go out like ‘Rip, so I gotta move—
[Verse 2: NoChill]
In the field, we don’t speak what we do
Real shit, keep it heat in the stu’
Boom, baow, [?], like the beat in the booth
Click, clack, would’ve been a bloody scene if he [?]
Like we bend blocks on repeat, bumpin’ E.D, smokin’ 33
.45 would’ve knock of his beanie
I got a bad bitch named Riri
Rub on her just like a genie
[?] for yellin’ out [?]
Put him on TV, we catch an opp, it’s a PD
[?] better run when he see me
Glock with a green beam
Make your bitch kick me a TD
Grah, grrah, grah
Like what? Like what? (Like what?)

[Verse 3: Say Drilly]
He think I’m bluffin’, n***a, this shit work
On the drill, I don’t need a Perc
I don’t want [?], take [?]
He tried to act, leave him on his turf
They gon’ find out when his face on a shirt
LA on go, creepin’, tryna lurk
I got his bitch, screamin’ that it hurt
After I’m done, put her in the dirt
Bitch I’m a ‘oota, n***as know what’s up
I’ma slide, wave ‘em with the brush
Mine got sticks, n***a, 30 plus
Reefee gon’ slide, hit ‘em, leave ‘em clutched
N***as smoke who? I don’t know about such
Kill a n***a, OG, put ‘em in the dust
Juju, my demon, beat ‘em with a crutch
Mr. Hang-Out-The-Window, n***a still ain’t touch
N***as be totin’ and packin’ in songs
But n***as seen us and they never perform
Yeah, I’m with Jaydot, we can get it on
So don’t try to chat, when you see us, you gone
N***as be lackin’, get up on ‘em
Send a shot, not a warning
I’ll get you killed, one call by the mornin’
He tried to run, Louie already— (Gang, gang, gang)
Murda my brother, n***a, this shit blood
[?] knew a n***a from the mud
We totin’ straps, walkin’ like a stud
We catch an opp, hit ‘em with his bud
.40 throw shots, leave him where he was
Now he dead, leanin’ with a slug
Back door open, caught him with a hug
We just gon’ stomp ‘em, straight up like a bug
Nas EBK, that’s on bro, you a fan
And C Blu never upped it and blammed
Blockwork a rat and he switched on his mans
Sha EK seen a Drilly and ran
[?], I’ma see her like damn (Where she at?)
She just lucky it jammed
Shit could get real don’t get gassed by your fans, ‘cause when I see you, I’ma up it and blam
Murda gon’ hop out and hit ‘em, like “Damn!”
Why you ran on your mans?
Now you look dumb, wasn’t apart of your plan
Now we get low, smokin’ opps in the— (Like what?)
Grahh, Grrahh, grrah, grah-grah, boom
Rippy, Rippy, Rippy, Rippy
[Verse 4: Bando]
Catch an O, we gon’ rock him to bed
Smokin’ Yellow, got hit in his head like
RB got hit up, lucky he ain’t dead
And we still smokin’ Noah, beat him to his death (Noah)
Can’t lack, gotta stay with the heater
Gunna with me, know brodie gon’ steam ‘em
Back on the dumpin’, hollows make him heat up
Like, Rippy got clapped, burn him and JB up
Oh, he said it was lit, started clappin’ and shit
On drill if it jam, he get smacked with the grip
Free the guys on the rock soon be back and shit
Fuck the opps, n***as diss, stop the cappin’ and shit
Chase him down, he get beat with the pole
48, if you know then you know
Like, n***as is bitches, plottin’ through the hoes
Like, Reefee on hots, throw then he gon’ throw
On the block keep my knock, tell ‘em spin
Nazzy died, ask them what they did
GBG, but they ain’t doin’ shit
Like, spot ‘em, flock ‘em, leave him on the [?]
Spin the Bridge we ain’t leavin’ no trace
[?] got hit in his face
Like, smokin’ [?] while we switchin’ lanes
UE bussin’, turnin’ in his grave