[Intro: Kyle Richh and Sdot Go]
C’mere, c’mere
Like, like
Like, damn
Graah, n***as see me, they energy change (Graah)
C’mere
Graah, enough is enough, bitch (Word to bro)

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
Ski mask on the back of a moped
Dotty got shot in his head (Dotty!)
I got my G, we can spin through they 'jects (Like, what?)
Like, throw 5, Rell throw 10 (Like, damn)
O-OY, they don't bend (Don't bend)
Like, I'm tryna send him to Lu (Lu)
Roscoe, where did you go? (Go)
Heemy, what did you do? (What did you do?)

[Verse 2: Sdot Go]
Oh, I see he outside wit' his friend
Bet, where he outside wit' his bitch?
He better move from this blick
Got a problem? I'ma click on this G soon as I get an itch
D-Don't wanna beef wit' em, she said he pussy
Backdoor gang, he was dead off a 6
Like, too tact, this bitch cannot line me
Bitch, I'd be damned if I go for a bitch
Like, 2 deep, me and Richh
Blitzed through the whole other side of his strip
Don't try to line me, like bitch I don't like that
Like, Nazzy controllin' the whip
3-30 clip tryna fit in my G-Lock
Bitch, I got a beam on a flash
Speed up the drill, I hope brodie don't crash this shit
We don't make it, I'm gonna be mad
[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
48 'em, get up close
Said he sorry, I'm not tryna hear that
Tried to get low on the bros (Come here)
But we got 'em, thanks to the AirTag (Graah)
Spinnin' in tints, told Tucker to flare that
Yo Shiek, this is an airbag
Mix it with Mel, sprinkle the Wasca (Wasca!)
Edot gettin' hotter and hotter

[Bridge: Kyle Richh and Jay Hound]
I'm on they property
Tryna see, who got animosity
Adrenaline rushin', ain't nobody stoppin' me
Like, TTGz do—

[Verse 3: Jay Hound]
Blitz through they block, it was dry on they strip
Yo bro, keep all your eyes on that whip
I bought a knock wit' a whole lot of kick
I saw the cops wit' two beams on the—
Like, we start spinnin', I know where he live
Sat in the V right in front of his—
Sat in the V right in front of his crib
Nazzy on court like he play for the Knicks
We up-town, we on two-fifth
They wouldn't throw, we was lookin' for drip
Bro saw an opp, throw at his head
Please don't let him get low, I ain't tryna hear shit
[Verse 4: Jenn Carter]
Choppa start singin' like it was an oppa
If he run, put the beam on his partner
Bitch if it's 5 in the game, I'm a starter
She on my dick she wanna be ms. Carter

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
48 'em, get up close
Said he sorry, I'm not tryna hear that
Tried to get low on the bros (Come here)
But we got 'em, thanks to the AirTag (Graah)
Spinnin' in tints, told Tucker to flare that
Yo Shiek, this is an airbag
Mix it with Mel, sprinkle the Wasca (Wasca!)
Edot gettin' hotter and hotter (Dotty!)