[Intro: Murda B]
Like, like, OYK, like, 'rrah
(War is too nasty)
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah-boom
Grrah, Edot
(Grrah, boom-boom-boom)
OB to my dick, suck my dick, like (Ahh)

[Chorus: Murda B]
Notti gang this, Notti gang that
What the fuck? N***a, go get back
And I fuck with some Crips, still droppin' the hat
Catch me a 8, 'bout to leave him flat
Fuck that boy Matt, he got poked by a fag
When you see me, take me off the map
And these 800 faggots keep dissin'
See a Gz, I'ma get to clickin'

[Verse 1: Murda B]
And y'all n***as not smokin' on Danny
YGK, pulled it out the fanny
Fuck that boy Lupa, he fuckin' a tranny
Could never be lackin' and that's on my granny
How n***as gunnin' for Rah?
Spin the eight, y'all never outside
And I'll never get shot in my eyes
Smokin' on Mex' and this shit got me high
Like, how n***as dissin'?
N***a, Notti went out on a mission
If we get to throwin', ain't no competition
Murda B buggin', leave his body missin', grrah
I'm the baddie linin' all the opps
I'll be quick to give up every drop
Fuck all the Gunnaz, it's everyone's shot
Alina got slapped, took it on a hop, like
And I don't do this rappin' shit
Pretty in the face, still cut a bitch
When I catch me a 8, I'll hurt the bitch
She gon' meet Lil' Rah when she's dead in a ditch
F-Fuck that, she gon' die by a poke
She soon be the next pack that I smoke
I'm $ex Money Murda, this shit ain't no joke
I'm always on timin', the knock in my tote
And you bitches can't beat me
I can't wait 'til you really see me
I'ma throw two, aim it at his figi
I been fiendin' to catch me a PD, like
And I'm always on timin', I'm Mrs. Promote-All-The-Violence
Why they steady cappin'? Why they steady lyin'?
I'm with whatever, not afraid of dyin', like
[Verse 2: Day Ryer]
Why these n***as dissin' like they catchin' hits?
When they see us, know they runnin' rick
JB Sleeze, n***a is a bitch
Runnin' and duck, you ain't have the stiff
Like, .30 on my waist
Tryna run, I'll wave it in your face
Chase Down Gang, do him like he Caine
One-Shot Gang, do him like he Wayne
Like, n***as be rappin', they ain't gettin' back
Stolo clappin', n***as got him clapped
On feets, shootin' at the Makks
R.I.P. Kal, brodie let it blast
Spinnin' through the deuce, do it by my doly
Matter fact, slidin' with the homie
Two-top on me, time to shoot like Kobe
Run into Eddie, do him like he owe me
Clippa got shot, almost sent him holy
Slidin' by my doly
Clutchin' on this .40
One wrong move, you could meet your brodie
Bitch, I'm a demon, I don't need a stoly
Flockin' for the brodie
Flockin' for the brodie
Bitch, I'm a demon, I don't need a—
Say you on the S lookin' for a Crip?
I'm with Eddy totin' on that shit
Two twin demons tryna catch a hit
Spinnin' through—, we gon' catch a spliff
Catch me a double, hit him in his rib
Knockin' off his wig
Hit him in his kid'
Smoking on Krims, higher than bitch
[Verse 3: Eddy SB]
How you on the S lookin' for a Crip?
Up this knocker, make that n***a dip
Say you smokin' who? N***a, you a bitch
Eddie Gz never caught a hit
Probably [?] punched him in his shit
On bro, I ain't [?] ain't on shit
N***as always dissin', but they never spin
Like, on court, shootin' for the win
Her brodie, "Go spin by Popeyes, tryna let shots fly, if they outside, let me know"
Like, I'm tryna go to the opp side, they dissin' my guys, so I'ma put on a show
Like, they tell me, "Get him," I got him for sure
He won't see me, I'm creepin' up slow
Back out the—, you know I'ma throw
Catch a double, take him out his glow
Like, how is you dissin'? Mans up in my spliff
JT, Beanz, Omi, Krims
N***a [?] brother got hit, like
He should've been in my spliff
When we spin, everybody get hit
Two deep, me and Day tryna spin through they shit
Smokin' Omi, that n***a got clipped
When I saw Lil' Mdot, he wasn't on shit

[Outro: Eddy SB & Murda B]
Grrah
Like, grrah
Like, grrah
You know what the fuck we doin'
Suck my dick, OBK, n***a
S-double-M, grrah
COD, grrah