[Intro: DD Osama, Roscoe G & Dee Play4Keeps]
Baow, baow, baow, baow
(Drior)
Bah, bah, bah
Now look, get that n***a, we not boxing
Now look, baow baow baow
Box him, it's that Dee Play4Keeps, n***a
Y’all know I started that, now look

[Verse 1: Dee Play4Keeps]
I throw a shot, I'm not boxin' wit’ him
Get the fuck out my 8, bunny hoppin' with them
84, 94, 96th, all that shit to my dick, I'm not rockin' with them
Like, I'm on 98th too, the .G not leavin', shit stuck like glue
Henron, I wanna thank you
Tell that n***a what's up, I'm talkin’ ’bout Lou (Louis)
Two Lzz, One O, that was funny
I told my cousin, I'm smokin’ on Dummy
You don't wanna die, so you better move
I tell Banga to 'oot if it's funny
Both of the Lzz are not smokin’ on Country
We done bent they block broad day
No [?] but I'm talkin' bout Sonnie
You hear them shots, shit go off like rugby

[Verse 2: DD Osama]
Like, I wanna know, like
Who the fuck gon' make it home?
When we lettin' off shots better duck, get low
Boogz to my right so I don't need my pole
N-n***as got mе fed up, I smoke Lotti, I can't evеn get up
Like, mention Notti, RG gon' get 'em
And if he mention Dotty, then Dudey' 'gon stretch him
He won't miss him, he gon' end him
'Cause he talkin' on bro, he gon' teach him a lesson
Bet the killers hop out, .G out, no question
Tell a opp n***a, get off my dick, don't mention
N-n***as, don't mention me, like
I got money, I'm still in the streets
I'll put a n***a on a T if I have to and I ain't shootin' from deep
[Verse 3: Roscoe G]
N-n***a is you dumb?
Better ask how I get wit' this gun
Before all this rap, I made n***as run
Like downtown, trees knew what it was, like
Tryna run into Beanz, get up on him
I was flickin' at three in the mornin'
Lil Dee had said, "Flick, he right there by the corner"
Big taurus, this shit makin' noises
We don't care what you did in the past tense
I'm on Lenox, tryna go for the basket
Let's see if we catch one of these lil n***as trappin'
Throw MB up, see what's gon' happen
Now we back on the West, tryna see who lackin' down the steps
Get to flickin' the .30 like Steph, fuck lil Trey, that n***a is dead

[Verse 4: Dee Play4Keeps]
Fuck lil Buggout, we rollin' him up
That lil n***a loved trollin' wit' us
Now look, he dead, all of that dissin' and trollin, now look at you
Dead in this blunt
I told Boogz, "Let's go on a hunt"
Go to the back, I'ma go through the front
Shoot him, I don't give a fuck
The bros on hots, eight deep on that block
Free my dreadhead 'ooter, S-S-SB, "Mr. Clean Em Up"
I threw a shot off the scooter, 'cause he thought he was tough
When he can't feel his head, when he can't feel his coat
We was comin', just to let you know
Tryna make a show, don't care if it rain or if it snow
[Outro]
(Kezii)