[Intro: Nina Simone & BLOODIE]
Birds flying high (Brrt)
You know how I feel (ooh) (Ah, Ah, N***a Ah ha)
It's a new day
You know how I feel (ooh)
Grrt-ta
Ahh, ahh (Said like—)

[Chorus: BLOODIE & DudeyLo]
Like, extra sturdy bro, I keep a gun
Bro got a shot like he play for the Suns, like
What he gon’ do if they run?
Shots to his chest made him cough up a lung
How the fuck he alive?
Like, got the news, could’ve sworn that he died
Everything K, bro we don’t pick a side
Bro, somethin' gon’ drop every time that we— (Baow, baow, baow)

[Verse 1: DudeyLo & BLOODIE]
Mama love called me like, “Dudey, where you at?” (Where you at?)
I said, "Mama, I’m good, what you doing?"
She said "Boy, just keep making that music"
I told her I got her, no cap
She said, "I had a dream that you died" (Like, how)
That shit really brought tears to my eyes (Oh shit)
Now, I gotta keep toting this knock (Bow, bow, bow)
Now we back in the field
I'a hang out the V, I told bro grab the wheel (Oh my God)
Sha Gz keep dissing better stay with his steel (N***a, what?)
Like, he left his mans to get killed (Ah, ah, ah, oh my God)
Put the beam on the—, uh
I put the beam on the G (Beam on the G)
On they block, 'bout to hop out the V (On they block)
With two Os, and I came with a Sleeze (Ah, ha)
[Verse 2: Bloodie & DudeyLo]
When you creep on the opps better watch for them hits
Like if he reach n***a you flick
Like, funny car, black tints
That’s either the Ds or the opps in the whip
Lil Ndot pussy, suck dick (Ah Ha)
N***a snuck out the stu, n***a could’ve got stripped
Now let’s keep it real, how many died for spinnin' the Hill?
Woo Lotti got poked, they watched him spill
N***a, Frank got shot, should’ve stayed out the field, like

[Chorus: Bloodie]
Extra sturdy bro, I keep a gun
Bro got a shot like he play for the suns, like
What he gon’ do if they run?
Shots to his chest made him cough up a lung
How the fuck he alive?
Like, got the news, could’ve sworn that he died

[Verse 3: DudeyLo]
Too tact, I ain’t taking this mask off (At all)
I told bro throw the alley off backboard (Throw it up)
Like, I'ma clap him (Ah, ah, ah)
Kal G got whacked and that’s word to my dead’s we was laughin' (Kalvin)
Like, free Banga, that’s really my savage (Free Banga)
Mr. Hop out the V, let him have it (Face shot)
Like, for Edot, I ball like a Maverick (RIP 'Dot)
We put n***as on screens like a Crooklyn reaction (Face shot) (Ahh)
Sha— Sha Gz you fled (N***a died)
Like, better hope we don’t see you again
Ahh, better hope you don’t die like your friend (Rah Rah)
Ahh, to this day n***a still smokin' Glenn (Lotti)
[Chorus: BLOODIE & DudeyLo]
Extra sturdy bro, I keep a gun
Bro got a shot like he play for the Suns, like (I got a shot)
What he gon’ do if they run?
Shots to his chest made him cough up a lung (What the fuck, I'ma what?)
How the fuck he alive?
Like, got the news, could’ve sworn that he died
Everything K, bro we don’t pick a side
Bro, something gon’ drop every time that we— (Baow, baow, baow, n***a)

[Outro: DudeyLo]
Like, baow baow baow
It's that DudeyLo, n***a man
Every fuckin' track you heard?
Shot-After-Fuckin-Shot
Ayo BLOODIE, get that n***a, like
Ah Ah Ah Ah