[Intro: 150 Bump & B-Lovee]
(Oi, Bullo)
(K—K—Kentracks got 'em in they bag)
Grah, grah
Grah, grah
You better fix how you speak
Lil bro, he a tweak
Grah, grah, grah

[Verse 1: 150 Bump]
Throwin' on sight, better duck when I creep
I'm on the Hill, with this G, I'm elite
Pop out for the rec, better fix how you speak
Dissin' on bros, so the Glock we meet (Like, grrah)
Bullets they leavin' em weak
Spinnin' through blocks, when they hide, we gon' seek
Couple 'ooters around, know the boys gon' tweak
If he droppin' my hood, he get hit with this heat
These n***as, they know what I do
150 Slimе, I'm the G, I go ku
Think he a sweep, I'ma blow on your crew
Likе, beam gon' stick to his back like it's glue
That n***a runnin', he thinkin' he fast
Hollow tips beatin' em', leavin' em' blue
Pop out the cut and my pole get to tweakin'
N***as can't come to my block, should've knew
[Verse 2: 150 Wiz & 150 Bump]
Like, they should've knew
And they mans died, he should've flew
Like, when I back up this shit, better move
Th-they gon' hear thunder, no, it's not a deuce
We smoke Glo, smoke Woo (Lotti)
Like, Dummy, we smokin' em' too (Dummy)
He think he funny, we throwin' him too
If he with his bitch, she gon' run with em' too
Like, and I feel like I'm the man now
Gotta watch how I move, I got fans now
Gotta thot, she text me for a manhouse
Say he keepin' playin' my song, n***a fanned out
Like, and these n***as can't come to the 'Landt
They try to bend it, it ain't go how they planned out
Just don't lack on that block, it's a man down
He catch a shot, he gon' drop, he can't stand out (Like, grrah)

[Verse 3: 150 Bump]
He catch a shot, he can't stand
He try to put on a act, but I blam
Started dumpin' and shit, he got low on his mans
I start buggin' and shoot with the gun in my hand
They say they it's sweet on my block
Thinkin' they comin' to spend, bitch, I'm changin' up plans
I walk out with the beam on the knock
Post up with a 'Lock .40, make a dumb n***a dance
Grrah, where he goin'?
Up the Glock, like, who really throwin'?
Bitch, we the Lz, n***as know who be blowin'
And I stay with the slimes, they take what he showin' (What he on?)
He ain't on nothin', move wrong, I'ma send at your muffin
2 knocks in the drill, word to bro, we was thuggin'
Oh, they thinkin' it's sweet? we gon' send em' a dozen
[Verse 4: 150 Wiz]
We gon' send 'em hot shit, like
Don't lack for that thot bitch
Dissin' our totin', put 'em on his—
Dissin' our totin', put 'em on his pocket
Throw up the L, don't drop it
150 slimey, takin' n***as watches
Yus tried to take my song, he needa stop it
W-why he keep dissin' like he never got hit?
I'm on that shit a n***a say they bend through (Where they at?)
Try to spin, he didn't even get to
Try to click, he didn't even get to (Grrah, grrah)
I bet I boom a n***a off his Revel
I-I bet I boom a n***a while I pedal
Sha Gz, shot, should've got left
Y-Y-Y'all gettin' shot, should've got left too
Woo dead, they should've never left you (Lotti)

[Verse 5: B-Lovee]
Tryna see who be spinnin' through Courtlandt
Come to my block, and come see how I do it
Boomin', uppin' this shit, got em' movin'
He knew to get out the way, he ain't stupid (Grrah)
Anything with a Y, we gon' tweak
Glo got packed, ain't nobody gon' tweak
G3 here, got me saggin' my jeans
It get dark after 10, gotta stay with that beam (Like, grrah)
L-L-Lotti, Notti, G-Pop (Uh, huh)
I'm never lackin', bitch, I got my G-lock (I got my G-lock)
I'm on Court, I'm tryna get a G shot
We on that block all the time, I know he not
Every time that shit click, it get louder
And I been off a bean for some hours (Hours)
F-F-Feel like this shit give me powers (Give me powers)
No, we don't fuck with the towers
[Outro: 150 Bump & Bouba Savage]
No, we don't fuck with the towers, n***a, word to bro
RPTK, n***a