[Intro: Naz GPG & Empire of the Sun]
Is it real now?
Two people become one
I can feel it
Two people become one
We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
Graah, graah, graah, graah
Pop out on that block
We make it hot
He tryna run (Graah, graah)
Like, like, Sweepers
TTGz do hits
Free the Sweeps
Graah, graah

[Chorus: Naz GPG]
Pop out on that block, make it hot
He tried to run, he 'ready shot
Twelve bullets, he got shot
He got shot and took it on the hop
Smokin' Charlie, n***as laced
Bet you I hop out, he pick up the pace
Where he goin'?, it's too late
Like, graah, graah
[Verse 1: Jay5ive]
I lost bro, I ain't feelin' nobody
He tried to push up on who was beside me
It's the people I love movin' Wocky
So pardon my swag for not knowin' who got me
I'm a 'ooter, so, don't try to box me
Gun up, man down, beam on scolatti
Be a fool to get lined by a cop
Then he fightin' no demons, they missin' L-Dotty
I'm the eye of the broom, how you hate me?
Think he funny, throw a punch, now, he brazy
Cops don't care 'bout my feelin', move save
So, I keep a gun 'fore they do me like KT
Oh, he think he tough, but he not
Like, oh, he tried to reach, but he shot
Hoe, like, just caught a shot tryna' hop
No, I don't chill when I run into opps (Bro)

[Verse 2: Sdot Go]
Bet when I get up on 'em, he a spliff
I tried to push up on 'em but he dipped (Graah, graah)
Chase 'em, blick 'em, oh, I gotta flick
Like, she throw it back on the dick
Wockhardt, Henny, oh, they tryna sip
Pop out, bet you I geek wit' that sitch
I'm on that block, tryna’ catch a spliff
Like, she on my neck tryna' kiss
If you don't line a opp, you ain't my bitch
Notti, Wasca, Edot, spliffed
Killy, Brazy, Gigi, hit
[Verse 3: Jay Hound]
(Like, graah, graah)
(Flock, flock)
Notorious killer, y'all just wanna diss (Uh-huh)
They ain't know what we did on that strip (Bow-bow-bow)
Brodie he flickin', tryna hit a— (Graah, graah)
He record on that block front of kids
I need backend, can capisce
Oh he kickin' the works, send deep
Bro up pole just give us the breesh
'Cause we got—
Like, graah, graah
And I told 'em, "Proceed"
Bro almost flicked, had to show 'em it's me
He ain't stoppin' this process, he too weak
Run up on me he gon' lose his Ski (Graah, graah boom)
Brodie ootin' like Wick
We spinnin' at night, can't take no flick
5ive movin' wit' Cannon, no Nick
Have slime go wipe his nose, he sick

[Bridge: Jay Hound]
Like
(Brodie ootin' like Wick
We spinnin' at night can't take no flick
5ive movin' wit' cannon, no Nick
Have slime go wipe his nose he sick
TTGz do hits)
[Verse 4: Random Garbage Rapper]
I start throwin', by my 'doley
I don't need nobody, by my lonely
Time served, no paroley
I'm in the V with a couple of Rollies
Mr. Nay We Ain't Gon' Play
I heard he creep, so I sweep
He tried to run, made him sit
They see him shot, so they dip

[Chorus: Naz GPG]
Pop out on that block, make it hot
He tried to run, he 'ready shot
Twelve bullets, he got shot
He got shot and took it on the hop
Smokin' Charlie, n***as laced
Bet you I hop out, he pick up the pace
Where he goin'?, it's too late
Like, graah, graah

[Outro: Naz GPG & Empire of the Sun]
Like, graah, graah
We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it