[Intro]
Major, that's you?
Trap, you made that shit?

[Verse 1: Jay Hound]
I was posted, I start clickin' as soon as I show it
Bro got the knock in his hand, no emotion
And if he try to push up, on bro, watch me—
Where his bronem?
Tryna flick, bro, I think this shit broken
Bro put the beam right on top of his 'fro
One shot to his head made that boy a lil' slower
Why this bitch tryna say she ain't heard of me?
(Masked up, all black, it's a burglary)
Watch out, bro, I'm tryna get—, like
Do a hit, I might stay out in Germany
Red shirt, the gun made it burgundy
On the back of that block, we was purgin'
If I see an opp, put the V in reverse
Boy need help, think he might need a surgeon
Now-now we litty
New opp, another dead in my city
I just might shoot him if he moving silly
Shot-shot to his back, had him boppin' like Diddy
Lil' opp thot, shit getting mixy
Opp thot, put the—, in her kidneys
Wanna leave, but she see that I'm lit
Bet if she go, she spin back like a frisbee
[Bridge: Jay5ive]
Grrah, grrah, yo, free Dot, free Naz, n***a

[Verse 2: Jay5ive]
Ayo, Jay, think the Ds at my door
Like, G in my pants and it's bolder (Grrah)
Ayo, brodie, don't let 'em come over (Grrah)
G2 might fuck with his shoulder (Grrah)
Ds right behind us, can't slow up
And the driver, I hope he don't fold up (Word to bro)
Put the dick in her back, got her missing me
Do a hit, then I'm right out to Italy
Broken heart, now I got the bitch sick of me
And she know she could never get rid of me (Grrah, grrah)
Like, brodie, the grip on me (Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
And I hope that this bitch just don't snitch on me
Let me switch up my stance 'fore they figure me
Throw a shot, show the bitch a lil' different
If she think she gon' line me, I flock in Dior
So she better start praying to God like she Christian (Grrah, boom)
Brodie, don't hop in this ride
And word to my deads, if you not gon' get with 'em