[Intro: Sexyy Redd, Sdot Go & Jay Hound]
(Skeeyee)
Like, everything dead, n***a
Up in the spot, don't know what the fuck I'm on
(Skeeyee)
N***a, suck my dick
Stop runnin' from me n***a
(Skeeyee)
Like, yall n***as is pussy, n***a
Word to my dead mans, word to bro
(Skeeyee)
Ha ha
Ha, Free Sdot Go, you heard?
Grah, grah, boom
I'm bout to hold up, Naz
Like, like, n***a

[Chorus: Jay Hound & Sexyy Redd]
Yo bro, pass me the drink
This lil' bitch tryna spill all the tea
I do not know her, I just met her
She was outside she was screaming out— (Skeeyee)
I was tryna' go see wassup', like— (Skeeyee)
Bro said she a eater
Like, can’t fall in love with a skeezer
Why’s M Row tryna be us?
Thick bitch from the—
Jackin' my bop, she tryna eat, Farina
(Like, word to bro, n***a) (TTGZ do—)
[Verse 1: Jay Hound]
They like, "Jay Hound", yeah that's me
I brought a broom, they ain't know I could sweep
I send location, they know where to meet
Adrenaline on the gun, I might put em' to sleep
Two big twin chops on me
Utensils'll make 'em delete
Brodie a demon, he don't believe me
I bet this 40'll make 'em believe it
To-tote Mike Jack', so beat it
I don’t know why this lil n***a still breathin'
Ooter a baby, looks is deceivin'
Like, watch what he doin' when he creepin'
Tried to get low, but I know that she wouldn't
She don't chase me, I'm not chasin' her either
(Word to bro, n***a)
This bitch keep—
Free bro, got booked for the ootin'
I'm tryna hop out the—
Like, I'm tryna hop out the Buick
I'm with the Sweeps, we in the spot, bitches get lit to my music

[Verse 2: Naz GPG]
Yo—Yo Jay, look at this bitch over there doin' hip shit
Like, she tryna get my attention
I don't pay her mind, she better keep wishin'
Like, I be keepin' my distance
I throw a shot, I ain't leavin' no witness
He tried to up, but he didn't
N***a fumbled his chop and got missin'
You should've ran ever since the beginnin'
He start runnin', now he trippin'
Free Dot, he was glitchin'
Love all my n***as on bro I ain't swtiching
He caught a shot, his body twitchin'
Like, why did he think he be different?
Run in to me, or run into Jay, like
I bet you we both start clickin'
We caught a opp and that n***a started bitchin'
Bro put the beam on his back, he was stickin'
He tried to run, how far is he gettin'?
Like, bet you I complete that mission
[Chorus: Jay Hound & Sexyy Redd]
Yo bro, pass me the drink
This lil bitch tryna spill all the tea
I do not know her, I just met her
She was outside she was screaming out— (Skeeyee)
I was tryna' go see wassup', like— (Skeeyee)
Bro said she a eater
Like, can’t fall in love with a skeezer
Why’s M Row tryna be us?
Thick bitch from the—
Jackin' my bop, she tryna eat, Farina