[Intro: Gizwop]
Hey, way before switches was popular, me and SD was swinging that shit on bro, n***a like Twenty-Sixteen (Hey Maxo)
I was like fourteen, SD was like fifteen, we came through bumping that stick n***a
Hey, la-la-la
La-la-la, hey long live Ahk n***a, on bro n***a I be getting active for you (This a Anti beat)
Hey, I said I got cousins on that south, they ain't from the Z then fuck 'em
N***a said my cousin name, I'ma catch him then I crush him
Said they [?], brought my homie, he gon' punch 'em (This is Petro Gang)

[Chorus: Gizwop]
I'm shooting some shit that these n***as can't run from
N***as keep talking but them n***as not on nothing
Shit don't matter, I'm shooting my gun
N***as be tough but they ain't do nothing
You run into me then you know I'm on something
Hey B3, what's happеning? You run up you're done
You hang around me n***a you gotta shoot your gun
I'm jamming, I'm lеaning, I'm high on Fat Stunna
It's a whole lot of opp-n***as' bitches we fucked
I keep saying I'm gon' kill him, 3 say he ain't on nothing
I'm passing that Drac', I gave it to Clutch
He came up the wrong way n***a on that one
Them youngings don't care, they just tryna shoot their gun
For the love of that money them bitches gon' fuck
Them opps keep dying, we spanking their butt
Spank three more n***as, that shit ain't about nothing
[Verse 1: Gizwop]
If I don't know nothing I'm shooting my gun
Bitch-ass n***as on the south ain't on nothing
Bitch-ass n***as on my side ain't on nothing
N***a they know Gizwop is a, I'm bringing that thunder
Hey B3, come through bumping switch
Broad daylight I dropped that shit
A n***a approached me then got hit, n***a
Bitch, we counting bodies not attempts
You know how many bitch-n***as that I hit?
I caught him in traffic, I punished his whip
I was tryna be [?] but I was hip
I be shooting my gun, you could go ask the men
He not gon' survive he get hit with this [?]
[?] I could remember I been on their rip n***a

[Verse 2: 3o$ama]
(Hey Wopo, let's go n***a)
(My big brother back home n***a on Ahk grave n***a)
(And you know we dragging on Ahk n***a)
It's 'bout money and murder, I'm one of them ones
I'm a young rich killer n***a fuck Fat Stunna
Popped open my door, he got stuck and they run
That stupid-ass n***a should've had his gun
Wop came home, I passed him a drizzy, I tote switches with that fifty
And we got hats throughout the city, ask the opps how we get busy
And I got IQ n***a, I sat on their spot and I got shifty
And I been dropping shit, you could ask them n***as how much I dropped on them
A n***a dropped a diss, he got punished for dropping that bullshit
That shit was easy, brand new mini-Peezy, it be doing tricks
Rell died, n***as ain't spin since
[?] so I'm killing them n***as
You could ask the [?]
Caught him at the club, put shit on his whip
When I came through heard a bitch got hit
Fuck, she ain't know we put shit on them bitches?
I ain't got no picks, any time I see a opp I'm hitting
[Chorus: Gizwop]
I'm shooting some shit that these n***as can't run from
N***as keep talking but them n***as not on nothing
Shit don't matter, I'm shooting my gun
N***as be tough but they ain't do nothing
You run into me then you know I'm on something
Hey B3, what's happening? You run up you're done
You hang around me n***a you gotta shoot your gun
I'm jamming, I'm leaning, I'm high on Fat Stunz
It's a whole lot of opp-n***as' bitches we fucked
I keep saying I'm gon' kill him, 3 say he ain't on nothing
I'm passing that Drac', I gave it to Clutch
He came up the wrong way n***a on that one
Them youngings don't care, they just tryna shoot their gun
For the love of that money them bitches gon' fuck
Them opps keep dying, we spanking their butt
Spank three more n***as, that shit ain't about nothing