[Verse 1: Fsdabender]
Hit a n***a with this 10, no he ain't gettin' up
Come on that shit sound cool punch me in
I'm strapped down with two switches, me and, wet him up
This Glock filled with bald heads and fucked his face up
Me and broski slidin' in the 'cat, don't even chase us
We got Gen 3's and Gen 5's, don't even play tough
I caught a n***a lackin' on they block and fucked my J's up

[Verse 2: Merepablo]
They hit that n***a with that frrr, fucked his face up
Me and broski lampin' on his crib, and it's like 8 some'
F5ive said if he don't come out, I bet I bake some'
I put that switchy in my hand, I bet I chase some'
Baby, I bangin' that 10 milli like a Drac'
He was tryna cross the track and turned your dumbass into some shake
Brodie grab another pound, we don't smoke Buddy out no 8th
What's his name don't get me high, so I'm gon' roll up what's his name?

[Verse 3: Fsdabender]
I told broski hit a head, and smoke a face
It's so many dead n***as in this wood, I think I'm laced
We gon' spin they whole hood, fuck a drop, I hop out chase
And all that straps jump out feet, I got 'em duckin' from the Drac'
How I'ma spin them if they be hidin', or posted with the jakes?
10 milli close case, will fuck a n***a whole day
We gon' jump out broad day and blitz they block from both ways
Fuck the opps, they ain't gon kill me, I'ma die from old age
[Verse 4: Merepablo]
I'm about to clear this bitch out, brodie back up, just give me space
We pop out then blow 'em, let them turkey butts clap in your face
Four n***as shootin' spinnin' blocks, they had a long day
I heard he lost his life 'cause that lil boy walked the wrong way
Hop out then we chase, we fuck up your day
Brodie put a switchy on the pound, sound like a K
Big ass ARP, I can't even hold it around my waist
Better stay inside, you come outside and that's gon' be the day

[Verse 5: Ybcdul]
It's Mr. Disrespectful
He caught two shots to the head, it fucked his face up
Qrizzy crossed the street, I don't know why he tried to play tough
Bud was playin' ball in the 9, bro fucked his J's up
We pop out broad daylight and start fuckin' n***as days up
How you watch your homie die? There was nothin' you could do
Go ask Fox29, we put n***as on the news
They said death come in 3's, go ask the opps, they come in two
He keep lackin' in that car, catch him right at back the new
Fro was sittin' on his couch, he ain't get a chance to run
Sidney got shot with his daddy, traumatized he miss his son
Snipe and K3 died on the same drill, a 2 for 1
Put a switchy on the 10, hit Meen with the same gun

[Verse 6: Hopoutblick]
If you tough enough to diss, then you can feel that hot shit
N***a they know we don't miss, the torchers come through drop shit
Come from both ways, so you know he boxed in
He ain't from the block but he scored with us, so you know he locked in
He must ain't heard that [?], pumped gas with no gun
Loafin' at that Getty, he ain't get no chance to run
Run up on him, get up close, come peep the job, make sure it's done
Before them switches I was finger fuckin' glicks tryna make 'em cum
I really bent 'em n***as blocks, I could tell you who start runnin'
4 deep all switches, hop out on him, drop a hundred
They keep lackin' on they block, you know the torchers come through bussin'
Baby this that real drink, your boyfriend lyin', that's Robitussin
Every time a n***a diss, you know he dyin', no discussion
He got hit all in his shit, you know we fryin' for all that tough shit