[Intro: Popolits 6ix & Roscoe G]
Grrah, glaow, bang, glaow bang
(War's too nasty)
G Pop, G Pop, G Pop
G Pop, G Pop, G Pop (G Pop, G Pop, G Pop, Vrlprada made this?)
Glaow, bang, glaow, bang (G Pop, G Pop, G Pop)
Roscoe G, get that n***a, grahh

[Chorus: Popolits 6ix]
Where the party at? We 'boutta blitz (We 'boutta blitz)
He can get shot if he droppin' the 6
Givenchy, go roll up some zaza
Jay Bop, Twin, both went, "Bye, bye"
And we gon' hop out, no, we don't do drive-by's
When Jay Bop died, gave my shooters a high five
Spin blocks them n***as don't do that (At All)
That's him? Shoot at his durag
Walk through they block, tryna see where they cool at
How you link with the opps? Y'all n***as is do-bads
Fuck that, let's walk thru they 'jects
They ain't outside? Then we turn 'em to steps
(Like, 48k, we don't throw up the jet) (Like Grrah, grrah, grrah)
(Like, 48k, we don't throw up the jet) (Like Grrah, grrah, grrah)

[Verse 1: Popolits 6ix]
When I ran into brodie, he copped it
Jay Bop died, he got one to the noggin
Spin thru they side wit' G lock in my pocket
Ayo, spinnin' was never a option
RG gon' hop out, he aimin' his rocket
Like, once he start flockin', no tellin' him to stop it
Shot after shot, I'm promotin' the violence
Come outside, why y'all lil n***as hidin'?
[Verse 2: Roscoe G]
Ayo, Popo, like, we on they block
Like, tryna see a lil n***a drop
First one we see, n***a, bro he shot
2 O's, .26, with two different Glocks
Brodie gon hop out, tryna catch a Sheik Loc (Grraow)
Throw 4, he fast, that's a new opp
Oh my god, what happened to DooWop?
Like, we out here bangin', tryna catch one
Jay Bop died, like, who is the next one?
Fuck talkin', so they need to flex em
Spin the V, tryna leave that boy neckless
Like we out tryna blitz, all accords
Like why they keep drillin on 4's
Catch lil boy, bet he get a void
Like I was the one, kickin in the door

[Verse 3: Dudeylo]
Like, we don't fuck with no L's
So we off to Lehman
If we don't catch us a vic, we not leavin'
One shot to the—, now he wheezin'
Like, Ayo, RG, you see what I'm seein?
Like, we lost our brother, we tryna get even
Like, catch a Makk on the 2's, we gon' leave 'em (Ahh, ahh)
Like, why would I worry?
RG chasin, you know I'm finished (We gon get him, grrah)
Kyle Richh on the internet, boppin
Like, all that rappin', he better stop it
I would've hopped out the V and just flocked him
Like, seen an opp in the spot, and he copped it
He couldn't come out his hood, he stayed locked in
Buff out the jects 'cause I hate the imposters
Threw the whole clip and I thought that it jammed
E4N, put this shit with his mans
[Chorus: Popolits 6ix]
Where the party at? We 'boutta blitz
He can get shot if he droppin' the 6
Givenchy, go roll up some zaza
Jay Bop, Twin, both went bye, bye
And we gon' hop out, no, we don't do drive-by's
When Jay Bop died, gave my shooters a high five
Spin blocks them n***as don't do that (At All)
That's him? Shoot at his durag
Walk through they block, tryna see where they cool at
How you link with the opps? Y'all n***as is do-bads
Fuck that, let's walk thru they jects
They ain't outside? Then we turn 'em to steps
(Like, 48k, we don't throw up the jet)
(Like, 48k, we don't throw up the jet)