[Verse 1: Bluepesos]
It's just Gang n em hopping out them trucks
It’s just a few sticks pack up in the trunk
Mr. Hoe slapper, put my foot up on her neck
N***as dumbfounded, caught this thunder slam to his chest
Talking crazy on the beat, I guess we back to the usual
Sneak diss the gang wanna see what we gon' do to him?

[Verse 2: Duffy & Bluepesos]
We ain't talking bout’ him, I'on know about no funerals
N***a think he finna get a pass, he delusional
Shots fired, it's confusing em, I'm smoking who he losing to
Cannon singing at him, it's a movie and a musical
Shutting n***as up, any loud n***a mutable
Fake n***as bummy, I'll hang him like the crucible
No sir officer, it's nothing in the car
I'm just on my way to rap, ain’t no guns, that’s bizarre
Tryna box with the chops, step to me I'm finna spark
Pistol whipped him in his head, left that n***a seeing stars

[Verse 3: Bluepesos]
I’on care who own the club, we brought sticks up in this bitch
We caught him slipping early morning, guarantee he missed his shift
The last n***a tried to beef, we had that n***a sheading tears
Why these old n***as hating? Sit down, drink a beer
Off The Mussle who they fear, they dont really want no problems
Gang left him laid out, you see that white chalk around him?
We gon' strip him for his dollars, rock him, sock him, side-pop him
Gang came with ten choppers, all steaks from Benihanas
[Verse 4: Duffy & Bluepesos]
Everything we drop hot, why is n***as tryna top it?
P got the chop with him, I'on think you wanna box it
I go broke then I'm backing n***as pockets
Put the barrel to a staring ass n***a eye socket
Ling Ling bopping, OTM the hot topic
Got it all out the mud, n***a you can never knock it
Space X at his whip, mini drake shooting rockets
N***a think he Ali, I got a stick for Muhammad
Two piece double decker, NSYNC was catastrophic
Certified supervillains, it could get diabolic
N***as creeping on his door, told him ’'Don't forget to lock it''
Pickpocket, door knocking, stashing blowers in the closet
We all punching on shit, we came in with knuckle dusters
Stop fronting, you ain't really finna do it, quit the bluffing
A dead body in the ocean, Duffy look what I discovered
It get cold in the summer, guess its finna be a disaster
Ain't no real n***as left, industry full of actors
Any real life questions n***as had got answered
Good drink, I'm pouring up red, Fred Sanford
Talking all that fiction this will be his last chapter
Metal sticks in the function, we came in with Tiger Woods
If some army bullets hit him, bet he get it understood
I'm finna strip that watch off him, not his chain but I should
And that pound of weed too, make him find another jug
Oppositions to a Cookie pack, you know we smoking good
N***as balling in LA, Bronny James (?) wood
Put some bands on his head, all my shooters paid in full
We ain't shot at nothing together, n***a ain't no brotherhood