[Intro]
(Zazza)
Like, come on
Come on
(Ayo, Double, you killed that on foenem grave)
Ayo, Jay, he right there
Flock that shit, n***a

[Chorus: Sdot Go]
Like, he walkin' up, he don't notice that I got a gun?
Beam on the G make everybody— (C'mere)
Beam on the G make everybody run
Throwin' shots, make sure they don't have fun
Went there wit' eight then left there wit' none
Bro got the drop on a opp, get 'em the job
And they gettin' it done

[Verse 1: Sdot Go]
Why you only threw one? (Graah, graah)
N***as tryna sound like they my son
This n***a horny, he think wit' his dick, like—
Get his self shot tryna rump
Flick at anybody, I flick it on drum
Halloween, now I'm dressed like a Nun (Word to bro)
Like, I feel like— (I feel like)
I feel like I am not throwin' enough
[Verse 2: Jay Hound & Sdot Go]
Blitz thru' that block, I was wearin' my—
Like, please do not think I'ma bluff
I was all black, brodie hooded up
He just gon' flick anybody who run
We was on—, spinnin' wit' a ton, like
That's when brodie went ku' wit' his gun
Hop out the V, (Graah, graah), lil' brodie on the hunt (Like, like, flock, flock)
I start spinnin', (Like), sent the crazy demon on a mission
They told me hit 'em, ootin' like a piston (Graah, graah)
Hop in the V, bro we gotta get missin', like (Word to my dead)
Oh, they don't get it? I start ootin' like I'm JJ Reddick
Bro put the beam on his top, (Graah, graah), let off a shot, (Graah, graah), watch how the n***a forget it (Word to bro)
Found me a G, they wish I never met it (Like, like)
On the 8, I was totin' on bestfriend
Brodie, he up tryna flick at his necklace (Graah, graah)
We was on 5th, (C'mere), how we end up on 2nd? (TTGZ do hits)

[Verse 3: Sdot Go & Jay Hound]
Like, we unpleasant
He must not think I won't hop out this Tesla
Ain't had no G, bitch I was broke
I got some money and started investin'
30 clip, no it don't need a measure
This ain't no school, I'ma teach 'em a lesson
Feel like this spinnin' shit is just a heist
Need to get me away, need somebody like Lester
Don't need a driver, yeah, he's the best one
Dot on his face, I'm tryna hit his mental
Brodie a tweak, he tryna drive
We gon' do hits out the back of the rental (Word to bro)
Blood on the floor, shots to his head, it look like Shirley Temple
Bitch I been spinnin', don't care 'bout the law
He try to reach, I'ma throw at his dental (Like, like)
He don't know what I'm into, like
I'm wit' Sally, she was totin' Kendall
We was on timin', hoppin' out the—, like
Bro put the dot on his head like he Hindu (Like, word to bro, come here)
[Chorus: Sdot Go]
Like, he walkin' up, he don't notice that I got a gun?
Beam on the G make everybody— (C'mere)
Like, beam on the G make everybody run
Throwin' shots, make sure they don't have fun
Went there wit' eight then left there wit' none
Bro got the drop on a opp, get 'em the job
And they gettin' it done

[Outro]
Get 'em the job and they gettin' it done
Come here, come here
Beam on the G—