[Verse 1: Sdot Go & Jay Hound]
T-Throw at the bros, I bet you I throw back
Get up close, don't miss 'cause shit'll get wack
Like, bro put the beam on his—
He-He can't run 'cause the beam on his back
Kapp was like Kobe, I guess I was Shaq
This shit so loud, like, what the fuck is that?
Walkin' through 5th, I'ma black
Bro told me, "Pass it", that shit got me mad
For the bros, they gon' do what I ask
Like, shoot through they block with no mask
Notti died, and I don't feel—
N-Notti died, and I don't feel bad
Oh, that's a opp? I'm tryna shoot him fast
Ball hard, I bet you I won't pass
Bitch, with that deuce, I don't know how to act (Like, graah, graah)

[Verse 2: Jay Hound]
I started flickin', left a whole lot of metal (Graah-graah, boom)
I tried to up it, lil' bro 'bout to get him
Thinkin' about runnin'? No way they gon' let you
I'm a Hound, got the trench tryna send him
.40 barkin', I heard an echo (Heard an echo)
Said, it's up, it been up from the get-go
Like, Naz tryna do 'em like Yellow
S-Seven in a—, shit ootin like Melo
I bend blocks with my heat, it was brick
I got through a lot, ain't no way that I miss (Graah-graah, boom)
Brodie look back, two shots made him—, like
L-Look back, two shots made him trip
Two hands on the gun, I need grip
On that-On that block, brodie dump at the rip
Move out the way, I ain't tryna hit a—
Like, remember, Edot got shot through his piece
[Verse 3: Sha Gz]
Like, do you think I'ma box? I'm like, "Never"
I'm tryna up knocks to see who do better
Nazzy dead, fuck is a stretcher?
Fuck his BM like I never met her
Put the gun on her mouth
Like, tweak on a beam, watch it flock through the sweater, like
Like, c-can't wait till we can't catch him
We gon' leave that bitch on a stretcher, like
Like, smokin' Dotty, smokin' Notti
Smokin' Bobby, come and try me
Spin' through the Sev' tryna’ catch me a—
Like, 30’s and better with beam right beside me
With the Sweepers, I'm lookin' for Yagi
On Front Street totin' my glocky
B-B-Bitch, I'm on back blocks
Like, b-bitch, I'm on SevSide, smokin' on Nazzy

[Verse 4: Yus Gz]
Like, he better move tact' if he ain't totin' that G
Put the dot on his head, make him pick up his feet
Fuck Shh, he gon' die if he reverse the V
Throwin' shot after shot, we gon' clap at his bean
Shootin' from both ways, they got him runnin' on feet
Runnin' and duckin' his top and I know he ain't see
C-Chase down gang, I can't wait to catch Dee
That's on bro, I'ma show him we playin' for keeps (Pow, pow, pow)
Duck duck goose, ain't no n***a that's duckin' this heat
He was droppin' my G, had him runnin' on cleets
Hold on, I think I see Murda B
Roll down the window, tryna’ catch a pete'
Fuck Nazzy, they left him dead on his street
Fuck Bobby, that n***a stay with no G
Tryna’ backdoor who, tryna’ backdoor me?
Bet, first one I see, I'ma sweep