[Intro: Pj Glizzy Tata & Jenn Carter]
(War's too nasty)
Gang-gang-gang
Grrah-grrah, boom
I'm fucking back, n***a
Suck my dick (So)
Suck my dick, n***a
(Ayo Tay what's crackin)
Yo, mix that shit
While you suck my dick, I'm smokin' all—
Everybody shot
Everything dead
Glah, glah
Glah, glah, boom bitch

[Chorus: Pj Glizzy]
Off the Yellow, my guy movin' dusty
He could get shot if he yellin' out, "Muddy"
Hope the pistol don't jam when I up, please
Have him just runnin', duckin', think he lucky (Gang-gang)
With some 'ooters so don't try to rush me (Don't rush me)
Yeah, he talked on my gang, he a dummy (He a dummy)
When we spin through the Sev', it's a body
Yeah, we just aimin', lookin' for Zanotti (Zanotti)

[Verse 1:Jenn Carter]
Pushin' her buttons just like a controller
Call me Drake, I can controlla'
It's a hole in his head, like a donut
Shot to the arm, like that boy had corona
And this choppеr gon' sing like it's Tory
Bro steady runnin' like hе was on Maury
If it ain't about money, don't call me
You say you a opp but you never performin' (Glah-glah, boom)
N***as pussy and they mediocre
I get angry, the grip is bipolar (Glah, glah)
Said these n***as is popped, soda
See him in person, he losin' composure
Had that boy he was mute, like a mime (Glah, glah)
[Verse 2:Pj Glizzy]
When we catch us a Flocka, it's up (Yeah, it's up)
Roscoe my brother, fiendin' just to up (Boom-boom)
"African boy, that's me", that's who? (That's who)
We gon' hop out, boomin' at his crew (Boom-boom)
He gon' bend through my block? Boom what? Shoot who? (Shoot who?)
How the fuck you went kuu' with a deuce (How?)
If the Flocks don't know what the Oz really do
If the Flocks don't know what the— (Gang-gang-gang)
Smokin' on Dummy, Chic', Matt
Lotti got poked and he stuck in a pack (And he stuck in a pack)
Smokin' on 'Lila, Beans, Benz' (Gang)
Rell got packed and he went with his friends (Gang, gang-gang)
Smokin' on Dub, LA, Heff
Boy got beat with a hookah to death (Suck my dick)
Gang-gang
Boy got beat wit' a hookah to death

[Verse 3: Tata]
When I'm talkin', you better listen (What?)
Don't drop my 4, I have n***as go missin'
And it's still corona, keep your distance (Grrah)
Miah wit' me, she not playin' with bitches
Keep puttin' my name in his song, man, that boy don't perform, he just runnin' his lips (Suck my dick)
Bushman, you a bum, stop sayin' my name, tell ya big homie Rah you a bitch, glah
I'm on hots, n***a
Move the wrong way you get shot, n***a
Got a vest, so I am for his top, n***a (Grrah-grrah)
Got a baddie she settin' the drop, n***a (Grrah-grrah)
Don't get lined, n***a, what's the vibes, n***a? (Grrah-grrah, boom, bitch)
You better be ready to die, n***a
Say my name and I'm comin' outside, n***a
Word to my mother, you shot, n***a (Grrah-grrah)
On my bully, they callin' me Scottie (What?)
I'm wit' KR, he rollin' up Dotti (Dotti)
I got bored, took a trip to the opps side (Damn, damn)
Started smokin' they dead in they lobby (Glah-glah, boom)
Got a gun, he don't know what to do with it (Dumb)
Pass the knocker, on bro I go kuu wit' it
Gun jam up, he get beat wit' the blick (Damn)
Pass me the knocker, on bro, I'm a fool wit' it (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Ayo Jenny, they not ready
N***as be pussy and opp n***as envy
Four for four, I ain't talkin' bout Wendy's (Bitch)
Let's get rich, baby, kick me a chevy
[Verse 4:Jenn Carter]
That boy he runnin', get turned to a dime (Glah-glah, boom)
If he run, put the beam to his spine
Call em' A Boogie, 'cause he outta time
Like damn, who really 'bout it?
Get to the bready, just send me the routin' (Routin')
Like damn, I'm a savage like 21
Feel like I'm Nicki, these bitches my sons (Glah, glah, glah)
I'm like Curry, I swear that I'm clutch
When you get in that room, better hush
Shit can get real, don't get turned into runtz
If I finger the trigger, he rolled in my blunt (Glah-glah, boom)
I'ma dump it, just empty the clip
After that then I'm takin' ya bitch (Goddamn)

[Chorus:Pj Glizzy]
Off the Yellow, my guy movin' dusty
He could get shot if he yellin' out, "Muddy"
Hope the pistol don't jam when I up, please
Have him just runnin', duckin', think he lucky (Gang-gang)
With some 'ooters so don't try to rush me (Don't rush me)
Yeah, he talked on my gang, he a dummy (He a dummy)
When we spin through the Sev', it's a body
Yeah, we just aimin', lookin' for Zanotti (Zanotti)