[Intro: Kyle Richh & Sha Gz]
Grah (Alpha), skrrt
Skrrt (That go crazy, SpanishKid)
Grah, like, it's that Sha Gz n***a (MC, make another hit)
Grah
Grah, grah, n***as see me, they energy change (Project X, grah)
Like

[Chorus: Sha Gz]
Oh, you tryna box? Bet
I'ma just back out my knock, like
Watch a n***a drop, like, hit a n***a top, like
.45 make 'em drop, oh, he thinkin' he tough? I might have to flock
Hit my chest and do the bop
(Hit my head and do the Dot)
Like, what? I can't stop, n***a, I'ma flock
Make the wrong move, then you shot
(Is you jackin' my shit or you not?)
I'm tryna spin through that block, if the cops outside, I'ma still be on hots
Like, w-we not lettin' you rock
Like, n***as and bitches get shot, like

[Verse 1: Sha Gz]
Fuck it, I'ma just up it in fashion, like
Say the wrong thing, we gon' tag him, like
Once I back out this chop, bitch
We gon' see who 'bout that action, like
He tried to run, but we clapped him
He jack the opps, ain't no way we could dap him
Like, like, I should've slapped him
Like, like, bro should've crashed him
Like, he think he tough, but he not
Like, I should've clicked every shot, like, what?
Who really spinnin' my block?
Who really touchin' my chain and my watch? Like, nah
Nobody did it, if that boy try to touch me, I'm clickin'
Like, bitch, hop out with a beam, get 'em missin'
Like, bitch, I'ma dump with the Smith &
[Chorus: Sha Gz]
Oh, you tryna box? Bet
I'ma just back out my knock, like
Watch a n***a drop, like, hit a n***a top, like
.45 make 'em drop, oh, he thinkin' he tough? I might have to flock
Hit my chest and do the bop
(Hit my head and do the Dot)
Like, what? I can't stop, n***a, I'ma flock
Make the wrong move, then you shot
(Is you jackin' my shit or you not?)
I'm tryna spin through that block, if the cops outside, I'ma still be on hots
Like, w-we not lettin' you rock
Like, n***as and bitches get shot, like

[Verse 2: Kyle Richh & Sha Gz]
Grrah, p-pop out the cut all black with a couple of Glocks
Like, can't run, it ain't no where to run
I catch a body, I'm going up top
B-beam on, all he seen was the gun
Four deep with a couple of Glocks
Told-told Jah, "Go flip that V
Like, I'm tryna send 'em to Dot" (Dotty)
G2C can't fit, why the fuck it can't fit in my sling?
Fresh got beat, lookin' for wings
C-catch him again, then we givin' him wings
If he not a member, move around
Keep a switch if he switch on the team
Think shit sweet, he got shot through the—
Like, he got shot through the jeans
[Chorus: Sha Gz]
Oh, you tryna box? Bet
I'ma just back out my knock, like
Watch a n***a drop, like, hit a n***a top, like
.45 make 'em drop, oh, he thinkin' he tough? I might have to flock
Hit my chest and do the bop
(Hit my head and do the Dot)
Like, what? I can't stop, n***a, I'ma flock
Make the wrong move, then you shot
(Is you jackin' my shit or you not?)
I'm tryna spin through that block, if the cops outside, I'ma still be on hots
Like, w-we not lettin' you rock
Like, n***as and bitches get shot, like