[Intro: Mello Buckzz]
Buckzz, huh
Yeah
Go, go, go

[Verse 1: Mello Buckzz]
Okay, cool, you a rapper and I'm a rapper, but this the difference
You gon' bap in all your raps and we gon' really stand on business (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
N***as talk tough on the app (Yeah), I won't forget, I'ma just listen
We gon' catch him, put his ass up on the news for all that dissin'
Bitch, you broke, ho, is you stupid? Dog shit all on the floor
If I can't get you, ain't no pressure, have my brothers hit that phone
Whole hood been gettin' money like cartels in Mexico
I hit once and never called 'cause I don't want no messy hoes
Four L's and seven sticks, we in traffic tryna shake somеthin'
Lurkin' where they hang at, catch a opp and I'ma spank onе
Top opp, main bully (Uh-huh), n***as know they hate us (Yeah)
Tens toes, big belt, that's why they hate us
They gon' play that store, they think it's safe
Have lil' Faro run in that bitch and when he done, he might just take a cake
Feed the streets how I be rappin' on these songs, they yellin' I'm a GOAT
They gon' probably quote me, use my lyrics for an Insta post
Ironman, he got hit with steel, but he ain't make it though
Silly rabbit got hit on a hit and never made it home
I won't say no name, but what's-the-name got hit right in his dome
Slatt, slatt, slatt, shh-shh, that's just the way it go
Sick of all you rappers and all that bap that y'all be sprayin' on
We could get it on, just say it's up, I bet I get him gone
My lil' shorties thirsty, DrenchGang bound to wipe your nose
Back door or the front, you still get wet, that's either way it goes
[Verse 2: Big Opp]
Big Opp, I'm a savage, you lil' n***as ain't on nothin'
They love to speak on Twino Grinding 'til we turn they ass to Runtz
N***as bitches, love to stunt, we hop out in traffic, love to dump
He got hit fifty-somethin' times, we left his lil' ass over slumped
N***as hoes, they not on shit, they know it's us when n***as die
N***as ain't spinnin' this bitch, yeah, we the reason n***as cry
Can't post up, can't go outside, yeah, it's a reason, they know why
If they do, we spin they block with all this water, put out they fire
The opps some hoes, I said it once, I ain't gon' say that shit again
We in traffic, three different Glocks, they all got different Gens
Hit his back and hit his chin, he with his mans, then hit his friend
Spin they block, they out there deep, we double back, do it again
I wake up and grab my Glock, we spinnin' lo's, we spinnin' blocks
We want your life when it get hot, we better not see you, you get dropped
Don't post up in they hood 'cause it's a chance they might get shot
We pop out, switches and Dracs, we see your face, we want that slot
Get caught hangin' with the opps and you gon' get your ass drenched
Stand on business, and we spinnin' under five percent tint
We the ones that's smokin' shit, you n***as only post the blicks
Y'all the ones who show the stick, and we the ones that blow that bitch, n***a