[Intro: SugarHill Ddot]
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah
(AyyoLucas, you heard?)
Y'all know the vibes, it's that lil Ddot n***a, you heard?
Y'all know the fucking vibes, man
(Ayo Eli, what the fuck?)

[Chorus: Sugarhill Ddot]
H—hands down, If I don't got the knocks, I bet he get beat out his sneaks (Grrah, grrah boom)
Like, broad day
Lil Crashout, he lucky, I didn't put him right to sleep (On bro)
Fuck all the rappin', I want all the action
I'm still in the field and I'm totin' my ratchet
Call up BLOODIE, you know that's the Makk
But if I catch a DreamTeam, I'ma clap em

[Verse 1: SugarHill Ddot & BLOODIE]
Like, I don't know why they talkin' on Notti
Like when we spin through they block, It's a homi' (On Bro)
Talkin' on 'Dot, yeah, your ass gettin' killed
Better ask all around, for that name it get real (Word to my mother, n***a)
Like, two V's when we spinning through Drеw
Can't forget lil Kurt got shot in his tooth (Ahh, ahh)
Like, and the last got hit in his shouldеrs (Ahh, ahh)
So, fuck it, just roll up a boulder (MattSavv)
[Verse 2: BLOODIE]
Like that boy, he could die (Like, look)
Like, so don't trip when you slide (MB, MB)
Bro thought he was sipping, he was drinking that tie
Bro went shot after shot, tryna hang out the— (Ah-ha)
Also, 88k
Like, let's go blitz if he smoking on Caine
Bro went shot after shot tryna knock off a—
Bro went shot after shot tryna knock off a face (Like, look)
Ah-ha
But it's still free Move
But he better move (Ah Ha)
Like free Banga, we know what you do
Know, thotties on thotties
We was shakin' the room

[Verse 3: Sugarhill Ddot & BLOODIE]
Like, like, and I see my target (Grrah)
Like, he can't run cause this shit hit the hardest (Ah-ha)
Like, ski'd up tryna catch me a Sweeper
See one of them n***as, I'm going retarded, like (Word to my mother n***a)

[Verse 4: BLOODIE]
They know the vibes with us
Like, he was dissin' on Notti, had to get on that bus
Like, always kept one of them tucked
He was dissin' on Dot, I start wavin' my gun
Like, CBC, boy you know that it's us
He was runnin', when I was tryna put him in this blunt (Grrah, grrah)
(Ah, ah)
Like, don't compare us to no block if they don't got no hits
Glass, shattered all over the strip
He duckin', movin' faster than his bitch
We gon' up on his block, I don't care bout no kids (41k, MB)
I'm tryna catch me who diss
Like, now he just dead in this spliff
[Verse 5: Sugarhill Ddot]
Frankie dead (Ah)
I don't know why they mention my dead (Grrah, grrah boom)
When I spin to the S, fill 'em up with lead
Like, don't forget that lil Smelly is dead (Grrah, grrah boom) (Smelly)

[Chorus: Sugarhill Ddot]
H—hands down, If I don't got the knocks, I bet he get beat out his sneaks (Grrah, grrah boom)
Like, broad day
Lil Crashout, he lucky, I didn't put him right to sleep (On bro)
Fuck all the rappin', I want all the action
I'm still in the field and I'm totin' my ratchet
Call up BLOODIE, you know that's the Makk
But if I catch a DreamTeam, I'ma clap em