[Intro]
N***a, what? (It's that Mdotty n***a)
N***a, ah, ah, ah
N***a, ah ([?])
Where the fuck is he goin'? Come here
Like
Every fuckin' track, you heard? Shot after fuckin' shot, n***a
It's that DudeyLo n***a
Where the fuck is he goin'? Come here
N***a, what? N***a, ah
N***a, ah, ah, ah

[Chorus]
He spinnin' through here, n***a gotta be hidin'
'Cause we'll leave him dead on arrival
Like, I'm a demon, I don't read the Bible
I got a gun, why the fuck why would I fight you?
He push up, then I'm throwin' him off
That's that n***a we caught at the store
They make it rain, we make it pour
Bullets attackin' him, leavin' him sore
And in the spot, had to walk with my sword
Me and SB, we was breakin' his jaw
Drag him all on the floor
He OYK, then he don't get a call
(N***a, word to my dead)
No more free Banga, Mr. Catch A Head
The 2's butt, they be aiming for legs
And me and Dray gon' purge through they 'jects (Like)
[Verse]
N***as got me upset
Like, the Sev' got how many deads?
Rippy ran, shot in his leg
Bobby got left on the—
(I could never get left on the steps)
N***a, and that's word to my pops
Spin the blocks, yeah, I did it a lot
Bro died, many n***as got shot
Kurt tagged, took on a hop
Like, he ain't never do shit for his block
Like, I ain't never take shit on a hop
If he say that I did, he get merched on his guys
N***a, why would I lie?
Like a bird, n***a, I'll let it fly
Creep up, put the dot on his eye
And no, I'm not talkin' to [?]

[Chorus]
He spinnin' through here, n***a gotta be hidin'
'Cause we'll leave him dead on arrival
Like, I'm a demon, I don't read the Bible
I got a gun, why the fuck why would I fight you?
He push up, then I'm throwin' him off
That's that n***a we caught at the store
They make it rain, we make it pour
Bullets attackin' him, leavin' him sore
And in the spot, had to walk with my sword
Me and SB, we was breakin' his jaw
Drag him all on the floor
He OYK, then he don't get a call
(N***a, word to my dead)
No more free Banga, Mr. Catch A Head
The 2's butt, they be aiming for legs
And me and Dray gon' purge through they 'jects (Like)
[Outro]
N***a, what? Where he goin'?
Like, the Sev' got how many deads? (Come here, baow, baow, baow)
He got left on the— (Baow, baow)
I could never get left on the steps, n***a
And that's word to my pops
Spin the blocks, yeah, I did it a lot
Bro died, many n***as got shot