(Intro: s4int & SAGE1K)
We smokin' on that chipped tooth
Oh, this shit is ass
Get the fuck off the airway, boy

Uhhhhhhhh, gang, gang, gang

(Verse 1: s4int)
Fuck everything you jack
Shots in the party
I'll never lack
You know me
I stay with the straps
Asher, he dead
N***a go get back
Yeah, we smokin' on that Tavo pack
That n***a Prxda out doin' crack
All y'all n***as do is fuckin' cap
N***as is snakes
All they do is rat
Talk that shit
Yo mom get smacked
Stay with the blicks
S4INT stay strapped
Smokin' on Lina
She ain't coming back
Grrah, grrah, grrah
(Verse 2: s4int)
Hit him in chest, all he did was rat
Hit him in his head, brains in his lap
I'm finna go KUU cuttin' off the slack
Smokin' on deads, I can get you got
Smokin' on Cami, dumb little thot
Talkin' on S4INT, he been on hots
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
BOOM

(Verse 3: LAMONT)
Aye, aye, aye
Hop in the booth, you know I be spitting it
Smokin' CJ, now I'm feelin' it
Bitch on go, you know she going
She suckin' dick on the story
You know I carry my heater
Shootin' my shot with no motherfuckin' meter
Yo bitch is a motherfuckin' eater
Michael Jackson
You know Imma beat it
We tote big guns and knockas
Play wit us n***a, we might rock ya
We see an opp and stop em
Blast on his ass you know we not rocking
30 in this motherfuckin' clip
Shoot that n***a in his motherfuckin' shi
All they n***as got fuckin' hit
Now these n***as be on my dick
They like “Lamont you a bitch”
Come show me, you know I ain't no snitch
Ian never been no fuckin" flunky
Yo bitch pussy is kinda funky
Her PH balance is off
Stay on go
You know I ain't soft
I ain't know I was good at this rappin' shit
Let’s make a movie not a flick
Get off my motherfuckin' dick
573, you know they be drillin' shit
[Pre-Bridge: LAMONT]
On gang
Grrah, grrah, boom, n***a
GLTTTTTTTTT!

[Chorus: Notti Osama]
Yo Ddot, just move
I'ma up it and click at his crew
Scream, "RPT", you get put in the news
No Flockas allowed, bullets got them too
And y'all n***as keep dissin' the OY
That's why MS and Lotti had both died

[Verse 5: Notti Osama]
Don't run, don't trip
Like, scream, "DOA", DD, pass me the gripYeah, I fuck with some Makks, I fuck with some Trendy's
But the DOA n***as is deady (DOAK)
He tried to run up, got hit with my lefty
Talk on bro, n***a, I get deadly

[Verse 6: SugarHill Ddot & Notti Osama]
It's Lil' Ddot, you know how I'm comin'
Catch me an opp, yeah, I'm bumpin' in public
He get shot if he yellin', "What's gunnin'?"
Spin through the opps, n***as know how we comin'
Lil' Curt got shot in his face, and Matt got spliffed for the day
When I bend, you know I don't play
See me a Flocka, you know i'ma spray
Yeah, they think 'cause I'm young
When I see 'em, he know that I'm really gon' dump
How they talkin' on bro but they never did nothin'
Big chop, you know i'ma up it
Bando a dick, that boy got shot
N***a stay in the T's, they don't come to my block
See an opp, we gon' blast him, clap him
Try to run up, you get turned into ashes
Me and Notti like Curry and Click
Try to run up, you get shot In ya' face
On the block, yeah, I'm totin' on Kelly
If shit gettin' heavy, get shot in ya' belly
Smokin' JB, got left by the deli
N***as know how we really be comin'
Drop the O, you get shot in ya' muffin
Smokin' on Lotti, that boy got me bussin'
If he jack DOA, I'ma add a K
Told my 'ooter to slide, came right away
Got a .9 on my side so pray today
I'ma [?] any-day
Drop the O, put an O in ya' fuckin' face
Ddot wit' me, and you know he won't hesitate
JB tried to run but the fat n***a tripped
Smokin' on Nazzy, mix him wit' the Rip
Rah-Rah had died in the back of the whip
Please don't say, "Don't run, don't trip"
'Cause they know my bop, I ain't runnin' from shit
If I call up DD, you know he gon' blick
See an opp, he get blicked through the sweater
Notti, he wit' me, you know he won't let up
Me and bro two deep in the spot
If he try to run up, then we makin' it hot
[Chorus: Notti Osama]
Yo Ddot, just move
I'ma up it and click at his crew
Scream, "RPT", you get put in the news
No Flockas allowed, bullets got them too
And y'all n***as keep dissin' the OY
That's why MS and Lotti have both died

[Outro: Notti Osama & SugarHill Ddot]
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
N***a, suck my dick
It's that Notti Osama, n***a
N***as know how we rocking', man
Every opp shot, man
Suck my dick, n***a