[Intro: Kyle Richh]
Taha, get Shomii on the beat, you already know how we rockin', man
Graah, graah
Ayo Wise, where you at?
Enough is enough, bitch

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
I told Relly to stay wit’ a hunnid' (Like what?)
I think I see me an opp
One in the head when I bend through they block
Like, in my stick it's unlimited shots
Fuck Dot, got put in my pot
Like, I'm tryna send him to Jesus
N***as dissin' 'cause they cannot beat us
4100, we still undefeated

[Verse 2: Sdot Go]
They can't talk 'bout the shit that they did
Like-Like, they don't add up to shit
Like, we tryna up it and flick
Went shot after shot, on bro I would've clicked
Dеl ran, before I could flick
You would think this lil' n***a relatеd to Rick
Skipped school, the only thing I skipped
Never skip opps, if I see him, it's lit
Cops tryna get DNA on my trip
Like, he tried to up, where he went?
How you cold and nobody got hit?
Like, give me the shot, I'mma win
We in a gunfight, don't bring your fists
What the fuck those gon' do to a man with like 6?
Beam on his back, don't gotta chase him
Like, let's see how far he could get
[Verse 3: Kyle Richh]
Flick on a beam tryna make him collapse
Push up, put a shot in his back (Like what, like what?)
Dot on his—
Red dot on his face, think he had a hijab (Aye!)
Bro throw shots like a dart
Stay wit' a G, like, I don't wanna spark
Beam on his face, all he seen was the stars
Like, smoke Dotty, I'm on Mars
And I'm sick of this shit
Dudey not lo', we know you is a bitch (Dudey!)
I don't know why these lil' n***as diss
J-JStar, built like a pig
If I'm spinnin' wit' Deb, then you better not trip
New opp, mix it with Caine
For my brother, I'm clutchin' that thing
We wanna know what you did for your gang

[Verse 4: Sdot Go]
Walkin' out Saks
Spendin' bands on Amiri's I had
One thing about me, like, I could flip a bag
Let off the whole clip, bro told me that I dragged it
Like, move, I ain't passin'
Whole lotta shots, I don't get wit' jabbin'
Bro in my ear, like he could see a Packer
Like, he try to up, but I'm faster
[Verse 5: Jay Hound]
On the block with the—
They can't hold us
Like, lil shh saw the G and he froze up
One in the head, think I see me a donut
He in that paint, he get put on a poster
Big knock, bullets is boulders
And if he front we gon' do 'em like—
Better get out the way, old G's tryna coach us
Notti, Dotty, they in a roll-up
4-0, I think the tool gettin' swept
Block dropped, makin' brodie upset
I could walk through that block, bet they show me respect
Nazzy kept flickin', tryna throw the rest, like
I start throwin' like I play for the Jets
On the shh, that was nothin' but net
I tried to flick but it ain't nothin'—
Like, I tried to flick but it ain't nothin' left