[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
Like what? Put the beam on his ligament
PTSD bitch I'm Clutchin' on Julie
Juliet, go make it a movie, what?
You n***as know what I do, I-I spot an opp then bust that uey
Spin thro'ugh, oot at his crew
Li-like she a wetty, she shakin' it on me, what?
Pass me a Glock with a beam on the bottom
I up it and dump out the stoley
One-one shot (No fluke)
Can't show he fo'sho he is not even Woo
Big EBK put my trust in nobody
I do not regret all the shots that I threw
Off the 'migos she turned to a smooch
Put-Put a whole in his head like a CD
She geekin' tryna' get neeky
You cheat, I cheat, please don't keep me
You-you throw, I throw
Dump out the V, spot a flex I'ma blow, what?
Thottie she drivin' the boat
He tried to run caught a shot to the toe, like
Why the fuck would you diss on a post?
Bend through that block bitch I'm lookin' for KJ
How you tough and they jackin' you told?

[Verse 2: Kay Flock]
If you double it up, Dougie takin' that pack (Pack)
Pray to my mother I would never lack (Lack)
I done shot n***as who ain't get back (They ain't get back)
Two shots, "Baow, baow", make 'em collapse (Baow, baow)
I know C-Hii be quick to attack
Bitch, I climb over gates just to shoot at the hats (Don't run, don't run)
Hol' on, and I stay with a hat, like
Run up, that boy, getting clapped, look (Grrah-grrah)
And it sit on my lap (And it sit on my—)
Try and run in that pussy, get—
Like, one false move, hop out, I attack (Like, what?)
[Verse 3: Jenn Carter]
Run down I'ma oot it like Caine Frame
I'ma ooter don't care what you jack
Load up my gun while I hit from the back
To tact', I cannot lack, like opp thots, so I keep me a strap
My bitch a demon she off of the medical
(And you n***as is movin' too federal)
And you n***as is not on my pedestal
How you gon' fuck with the opps 'cause we deaded you?
When I'm writin' I'm off of the 'migos
Like with the beam you get shot through the peephole
When I shoot perfect aim like a free throw
No execution this shot is so lethal
We gon' aim for his liver
4-1 the gang and we still gettin' bigger, damn

[Verse 4: Kay Flock & Dougie B]
(Glah) Spin 'til I'm dizzy, ain't talking no Blixky
Kay-Kay point his fingers, now they running Ricky (Ricky)
Tell her, "Get shiggy, lil' baby", no jiggy
Got a baddie, she shake it like Nicki (Nicki)
Need a Keisha when shit getting sticky
Bring a lil' smoochie to go [?] with me
She tried to up too, ain't passing no sitchy (Baow, baow)
Like, after this you better lick me (Bitch)
We get muddy, I tell her no tipsy (Lil' bitch)
Me and Dougie the evil twins, bitch I'm the demon
So if you want us, come and get with me, like (Come get with me, n***a)
That's my muddy, go 50 for 50 (50 for 50)
Doing hits out of stolley's or renty (Renty)
Bitch, I'm Structure, I ain't talking no Bizzy
[Verse 5: Jenn Carter]
F-f-for my brothers I'm takin' that risk (Rah, rah)
Like, need a baddie to hold on a grip (Glah-glah, boom, bitch)
Don't come around if you droppin' my shit
I'm with KR and Jerry lookin' for a hit
Brodie told me to chill, but I can't (Glah, glah)
I'ma keep rappin' just give me a what? (Glah, glah)
Brodie shoot he don't need double hands (What? Damn)
Bullets gon' hit him they makin' him dance (Glah-glah, boom)
And for RayRay this .40 gon' spark
No Helen Keller, so shoot through the dark
How you get caught in a tank like a shark?
Like 41 we not fallin' apart
Did a drill had to change up the hoodie
DTB and I'm feelin' like Boogie (Feelin' like Boogie)
That bitch a thot she gon' fuck cuz I'm hot
How you say you on court, but you n***as is pussy
That boy touchin' the ground. yes
Fuck around spin in a black, tech
.40 ain't making no sound, yet
I'ma just do it like Nike, check (Glah-glah, boom)
Talkin' on 41? Aight bet
I'ma demon don't get me upset
Pull up to Saks and forget what I spent
Lack on a block and these bitches is bent
That bitch a thot and she gon' fuck off the— (What?)
How you say you on court, but you cinnamon?
Knock on my body I keep the adrenaline
Bullets gon' knock em out like its medicine, gang
Bro in a store, he ain't hittin' on innocent
He a demon and end up on citizen
KR be tweakin' my n***a is militant
[Verse 5: Kyle Richh]
(Gang, gang, gang)
Light up a gun on that n***a, he tried to run
I go dumb on that trigger
Like-like what? who really gangsta?
How you tough and you givin' your gang up?
Dissin' the gang that's on bro he get flamed up
Spin through put the beam on his what?
Lil-lil thottie she fiendin' to fuck
Big-big gun oot at his crew
Throw five, you throw two
Pass-pass me the deucey, they know I go ku', what?

[Verse 6: Kay Flock]
Smoking on who? Show you what these slugs 'bout
Munna a demon, flocking shit on Clubhouse
Spinnin' with 80s, them lil' n***as bugged out
Lil Notti, he bringing them guns out
He said, "Flocka, it's time to have fun now"
First O he get, he see, he getting gunned down
If the gun jam up, he getting bunked down
Gun with a beam, we don't miss, that's a touchdown
Tried to duck out of luck, now he rushed now
Woke up at six at the locker, got punched down
(Glah Glah Glah Glah Glah Glah)
(Don't run don't trip, don't run don't trip)