[Intro]
Elias Beats

[Verse 1: Dex Lauper & OY Quan]
I'm smokin deads and speadin in a [?]
I feel like Ranger, fuckin' [?]
[?] my brother he stay 10 toes i put [?]
[?]
I got some demons that keep me awake
[?]
Shot that lil boy, we gon' spin at his rake
Opps scared of me, so they talkin' to jakes
I press a button, and you turned on play

[Verse 2: OY Quan]
I got a gun you better dip
I call up Notti, gon' hop out the whip
Faceshot Gang, put the beam on the blick
Ayo Lotti got left on the strip
That bitch a tho she love doin' dicks

[bridge]
Like what?
Fuck yall, On gang

[Verse 3: Jay Avianne]
Yeah, We Live, but I still feel lonely
Came a long way from riding them stoleys
I don't care what you saying, lil n***a come show me
I'm on the block and i got that shit on me
She like "why you can't switch on ya homies?"
Bitch, on my brothers, can't switch on my brodies
Know I got it, cuz they really know me
Bitch, i'm on offense and defense like Kobe
Yes im different, ain't that type of guy
You can [?], come take a ride
Shorty be feindin, cuz she know im fly
I ain't a [?], i ain't gonna let it slide
Baby, you is ugly, you is not a vibe
Im sorry, I ain't mean to make you cry
Never put an O before my Y ?
N***as be chattin' like they mans ain't die
Poppin' pills just say yall suicide
Been through a lot, but I ain't tryna die
N***as be switchin', they ain't down to ride
When I heard you told, Just know I cried
Thats how much I thought you was that guy
We was just fuckin bitches, gettin' fly
Everytime we bend through, you would slide
Everytime I would call, you arrived
I can't even look you in the eyes
You selfish, you ain't wanna do the time
You was just throwin' the set with the guys
You was just talkin' bout protectin' the guys
[Verse 4: Notti Osama]
He try to run up, he gon' drop
DD my brother, he stay with a knock
If you try to act tough, bullets wipin' your snot
I call up Quan, he gon' aim for your top
Like, bitch, we the gangsters, we run from the cops
Free Move Look he runnin' the spot
83 my demon, for him do a lot
If you drop OY, put a O in your top (Grah)

[Verse 5: OY Quan]
Oh shit, smokin' on gunna, he dead in his pack
And you know I can't fuck with no jacks
Free Keem, Yea he got a scap (Oh shit)
Get whack
Can't fuck with that fake shit
I got my gun you know i ain't playin
Leeroy, Dummy when im [?]
I call up [?] he gon' up it and flame shit
Ima get to the guap, This shit not gon' stop
Free Keem, thats stuck on the rock
You see an opp shoot him through the sock
Oh shit, its shoot or get shot