[Intro: Relly Gunz]
It's Kosfinger, baby
Grah, (TTGz do-)
Grah, grah, grah, grah (TTGz do-)
TTGz do hits
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Fly, fly
Ski ski
TTGz do-
TTGz do hits
It's Kosfinger, baby
Like

[Verse 1: Relly Gunz]
Oh he jack he a opp spotter, then it's lit
He tried to run, I bet that n***a trip
And I'm uppin' this knock, start tossin' on 5th
It's still fuck all the opps, all them n***as is bitch
He got shot on my block tryna take him a flick
And Randy got hit with his bros 'cause he slipped
She wanna shake it, bend over and shit
I'm a GBG baby, y'all know when it's lit

[Verse 2: Jay Hound]
You could see opps every other day
Brodie dumpin', tryna duck a case
I'm tryna put the red beam in his face
Press on the gas on the road, get away
.32 ain't leavin' no trace
I'm too tact, can't go on no chase
Said he Jet but his flight got delayed
Hе catch a shot, he be ballin' like Mays
[Verse 3: Relly Gunz]
Likе, no I ain't Trend, but I boom out the [?]
Try to run, too slow, it's too late
N***as know what I do when I bend through the 8th
I just backed out my phone, he still runnin' away
Opp thot turned around, caught a shot with her bae
That boy runnin' too slow, I knocked weed out his 8th
Yeah, I got hit, but he ain't see today
I go dumb on the opps, n***a, we ain't the same

[Verse 4: Jay Hound]
Told bro go back, can't go on no breaks
We tryna catch him before it's too late
Bendin' through Drew like, hol' on, wait
One opp got hit, one opp got grazed
We too young, we goin' insane
They know what's the cause if they talk on McClain
R.I.P. Pop, this shit ain't the same
Free the whole 10-4, free the solid gang

[Verse 5: Relly Gunz]
Yo, Dub-G K, like, n***as is lame
Why you jumped off the bridge? N***as gotta be laced
C Wuu, you a bitch, stop sayin' my name
When I catch you in traffic I'm lettin' it flame
How the fuck is the Goonz linkin' up with the J?
Y'all wasn't just cool when y'all n***as got chased?
When I came to 18th, he tried to get away
I was throwin' these shots, droppin' n***as gang
[Verse 6: Jay Hound]
I was bendin' that block, 12 on cock
They already know we be comin' to flock
Neaky saw bro, he ain't have no chop
And he tried to run but he already shot
[?] be askin' like, where's his guys?
They ain't get back, they ain't comin' to slide
But I be hearin' the Makks outside
They ain't jackin' that Trend, on bro they be hidin'
N***as wilin', they posted on 10-4
He don't got chop, what the fuck did he spin for?
Bullets drainin' his heart like a mentor
Smokin' on Sam and Millz, but there's more
Big ass chop, knock his head off
Brodie he dumpin', he dead wrong
Better be buggin, he keepin' his lead on, like
Fly, fly

[Outro: Jay Hound]
Grah, like
TTGz do-
TTGz do-
Bow bow bow bow bow
Grah
Suck my dick, free the troopers
Gang gang, bow, fly fly