[Intro: Donz Stacks]
Alright ([?], you poppin' your shit, n***a)
Ayo, Giné, Giné, huh?
K1K, huh?
Alright ([?], you poppin' your shit, n***a), huh?

[Verse 1: Donz Stacks]
Ayo, Giné, Giné, can't get caught on replay
Spin his block up with the knocker, n***as know how we play
And we spin with tres eight, we gon' spin 'em tres ways
N***as touchin' one of mines, we gon' spin the same day
And we get back, get back, n***as know we with that
N***as say they get it back in blood, they never did that
I ain't with the chit-chat, all you hear is click-clack
N***as wanna flex up, we hit 'em in his six-pack (Huh?)

[Verse 2: K.I & 6ix9ine]
We been some demons way before we heard Chicago music
Shootin' n***as broad day, we don't need drugs to do it (Facts)
I'ma up it, I'ma boom it, n***as know I do this (Facts)
Call your looters, call your shooters, I'll fuckin' loot 'em (Huh?)
Bitch, it's Giné, Giné, Giné, n***as shootin (Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné)
If we ain't invitеd to the party, then we comе and shoot it
N***as know we get back, n***as know we do this
Shoot him right in his brain, leave a n***a clueless
[Verse 3: Dollo & 6ix9ine]
I be buggin', bitch, I'm thuggin', who gon' say I'm frontin'?
Put me an O on the drill and n***as know we comin' (Facts)
I just came home from a shooting and I'ma still up it
We gettin' money, these n***as hate, but their bitches love it
Gang shit, bitch, you know I ride with who I came with
I'm sayin' shit, I grew up around a couple gangsters
I'm patient, I'ma tape it, I'ma get you laid up

[Verse 4: Donz Stacks]
Huh?
Yeah, I'm ballin', don't do no talkin'
This coulda shot ya, when we walkin'
Oh, he talkin', we gon' spark him
We just spinnin', just like revolvers
And my lil' hood bitch love the Benihanas
Yeah, she steppin' in designer, I bought her Prada
D.A. sayin' that we shot 'em, I know your honour
Got her singin' na-na-na-na, she no Rihanna
And them n***as with the drama, we give 'em drama
And we spinnin' with the knockers, we shoot your block up
[?] sayin' "Make it hot", well, we gon' make it hotter
In the 'Rari or the Lamb truck, we smokin' ganja
All you hear is fa-fa, like n***a, fa-fa
And ya boy is goin' baba, like rock-a-baba
Slidin' up in O'Block, we gon' hit his māthā
In the party drunk with Giné, [?]
[Outro: 6ix9ine]
Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné
Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné
Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné
Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné
Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné
Giné, Giné, Giné, Giné