[Verse 1: Yavi DG]
Spinning with sticks, lil bro got a red dot
Spin through my block, hit an opp with a leg shot
Almost died, good luck on the next try
800 demons posted up on Sevside
One to his matha gon fuck up his left side
200 the dash, [?] won't [?], that's a red [?]
He try to run, but the bullets gon catch him
G2C, baom, baom, I'mma blast him
Switch on a Glock, pull it back, keep tapping
I'm off the perc when I fuck, so I'm lasting
I hit the block and them n***as was laughing (Grah, grah)
Deadgame, 48 what I'm jacking
I told my bitch put the chop in her mackage
[?] keep telling me up it and blast it
All the opps made cause they mans in a casket
Ballin in court tryna catch me a basket
Hop out, send shots, I'mma clap him
I'm with Murda, we spin like what's crackin
Say it back and you know we gon whack him
Crack him, smash him, n***as gon blast him
I'mma spin through his block, I might cause a disaster
I was brokе now my pockets gettin fatter
My bro in thе spot with the chop, it don't matter
He try to run, but them bullets is faster (Like, grah)

[Verse 2: Murda G, Say Drilly]
Try to spin, I'mma blitz that
Now he dropping the Jet cause he missed that
Bullets start twirling, fucking up his six pack
Smoking Nazzy cause they never get back
While I'm spinning tryna catch a dyke, like chop on my side like they not gonna fight
I'm on the Rey, grinch mode on a bike (Like RIP Ray)
And till we see an opp, it's on sight
G5 be the flight, I'mma die on this shit
Move tact, if he move, then he dying and shit
Can't go out like [?] cause he died with his grip
Move tact, don't move, everybody get hit
We gon spin through this block tryna catch us a Flock
On bro we gon dump when we toting this knock
Saw him trip, so I wait till he drop
Like hawk down gang, demons toting on Glock
They can't run, got a beam on this Glock, if he move, lose his top, big hollow tips'll make him drop (Don't run)
I'm a demon shooting at the opps (Like what)
Know Loui gon call him if you see him drop (Like AJ)
48 em just to get him shot (Like AJ)
Like AJ my brother, for him do a lot (AJ, A-)

[Verse 3: Say Drilly]
Keep a chop on my hip for the fuckery
Eyes on my target, on bro ain't no ducking me (On bro)
Big bro keep on asking what's up with me (Grah)
I'm tryna spin cause (Grah) they said [?] (Grah) with me (Grah, grah, boom)
Keep me company, only thing that the knock gotta do (Like what) cause the rest gon come for me (Like what)
Don't you run from me (At all), do a drill on my own, I ain't never need help, you can't run on me (Grah, grah, grah, grah)
Tell them n***as I'm really outside (I'm outside), and them lil n***as passing the [?] (Like what)
If they not on they block, then I'm packing they guys (On bro)
Every G Murda G, me and Blitz gonna [?] (On bro)
They keep dying, so don't be surprised (Like what)
They not demons, just look in they eyes (Nazzy)
I ain't never gon lack, bitch I keep 45s (Rippy)
And if that's not enough, then I call more guys (C-Hii)
Yo, Juju and Louie with Jaydot (Like what)
Do him Nazzy, he died to a faceshot (On bro)
I'm in the K with the Jets (He dead) letting rakes drop
Talked out his mouth and his mans gotta stay [?] (GDK)
That's a dub, I ain't with that (At all)
Break that shit up for the gang like a Kit-Kat (Grah, grah)
If your mans in the ground, n***a get back (Grah, grah)
Jacob went out with his gun, how he did that (Jacob)
(Like Jacob)
(Like Jacob)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)