[Intro]
When I introduce you, I'm gonna say "This is a friend of mine"
That means you're connected, yeah
Now if I said it's that, this a friend of ours
That would mean you're my guy, kapeesh?
Yeah friend of mine, friend of ours
What do I, what do I call you, friend of ours or?
Don't give a fuck, don't say shit about me

[Verse 1: Reek12hunnit]
We do real killin', steal a blick without my mask, uh
Catch him lackin', blast him, we ain't givin' out no pass
Grab that pound, Waters poppin' out that cut, ain't see the flash
Yeah these switches fast, he tried run, we on that ass
Free the members we was wylin' out, see opps we hoppin' out
Grab that Glock see what that block about, we can't, they hidin' out
Who do it better? Mixin' Fro with that QRizzy, get it wetter
Shit we don't let up, get my bitch to get the drop, we gon' stretch him
Ayo Eem, why they cap like we ain't put shit on the map?
Go check the stats, YFA done stood on top and hit some hats
Bitch we murder gang, them lazy drills ain't shit, we spinnin' back
Bro that's a fact, all them shots from out that car, that shit was wack

[Verse 2: Eem Stacks]
Aye 12 man move that drac', that shit to loud bro, I can't hear my gun
That big bitch go brrt, my bitch go frrr, 'cause I just tap it once
I can turn that bitch to fully, flip the switch, and just clap it once
Another opp we layed down in that bed, 'cause we just packed him up
Moeski in the back scream "Fro", 3 was at the light, he ain't go
Rizzy in the pack he blow, I just put a switch on my pole
We don't double back, we hit his hat, stand over top when he fold
This ain't the last lap ya man a pack, he shouldn't of stopped and went go
Real trappers, we run through these bulls, this shit ain't nothin'
Real ladders, bro hand me that pound, I'm finna buss it
Just slapped a 50 in the Glock, and I won't hesitate to up it
I got like 60 in this bitch, let's go ahead and drop a hunnid
[Verse 3: Ybcdul]
And I make dead make music, and I make music for the dead
And I'm gon' make sure that them n***as feel everything I said
If Rizzy never crossed the street, they probably never tapped his head
I'on even want the chain when I catch him, I want his dreads
N***as can't even bend up on the 9, they block red
N***as campin' on the mont, them n***as scared
They on the rooftop, tell 'em get back for they foot soldier
Buddy got cooked, they hit him up with all boulders