[Intro]
(Preciate prime two months, Trav)
(Clarity)
(Aye, Nxxre)

[Verse 1: Jay Hound & Tata]
Not for nothin', nobody fuckin' wit' me, I go dumb
I know a n***a got shot in the back of his—
And he took that shot on the jump
I'm tryna speak, listen up
Got the rollie outside with his gun
I'm tryna up it, flick it, make 'em run
Found me a G, I started going nuts (Like, like)
Brodie a pro like he play overseas
I'm on court like I play for the league
I started flickin', 'ootin' like I'm Steve
Bro, watch out, I'm tryna make him bleed
I got money, we out to eat
I spend 1100 on these jeans
I know a n***a, he got a couple of hunnids
And still be movin' like a fiend
I'm on bad time, we over east
I'm on 7th, lookin' for Sleeze
Threw at a n***a
I had 'em tappin' his body like he was lookin' for his keys
Troopin' on feet, we was spinnin' through 8th
Who I'm wit? I was spinnin' with bae
Knock so big, I cannot talk
Cause the .48, it keep tryna fall off my waist
.32 wasn't leavin' no trace
Makin' money, started movin' like Ace
Lil bro on the drill, throw it over the gate
They can't kick on the door, got the knock in the safe (41 Shots to the Head) (Grah)
[Verse 2: Tata]
Like, kicked down the door, put the knock to his face (Grah)
I'ma shoot at you n***as, watch 'em n***as race (Grah, grah, boom)
Got my Nike ski on, they cannot see my face
And, they tough on net, but not with face to face (Damn)
If I see a oppa, he gone need a doctor
My posture is bad, 'cause the knock in my pants
B—Be—Beam on the gun, it make a n***a dance
And, that boy an imposter and so is mans (Grah)
They like, "You at it again" (Yeah)
I might release the savage again (Ahh)
Me and Jay Hound too deep on they side
And, brodie, if I'm shootin', I'm stabbin' his friend
Like—like, these n***as keep dissin' and dyin' (Dyin')
Like, they must want it to happen agan
Shot after shot, he gon' fall to the floor
I hang over his body and stab 'em again (Grah)
I'ma stab 'em again, like, I'ma stab 'em again and again
And, I'm with Thunder, he packin' the thunder
Feenin' to throw eveytime that we spin
Like, and these n***as don't want me to win
Like, I might beat him and beat him again
What happened to— We won't see 'em again (Notti)
Like, call me Ben, 'cause this shit hold ten

[Verse 3: Jay5ive]
Like, how the fuck did I end up on 8th?
I don't remember, the lean all I taste
Like, how the fuck did I get on this block?
They ain't hearin' me yet, I'm just seein' the face
Wait now, I think I remember
Talk on my bro, you got hit in December
He gettin' away, this beat finna get him
Showin' my dreads, so they remember who swept 'em
And you can get shot tryna play wit' my steppas
Fucked up my fit, threw a shot through my sweater
SZs & 50s & 9s & Berettas
That's what he gon' feel if that boy tryna get up
Like, "5ive, you on hots, you tryna catch that PD?"
I'm wit' the Jet, and he boomin' your DG
I would never stop flockin', I run into—
How they get on my block? Word to bro, that shit keep me
Free Blitz, free GB
The way that I'm lurkin', I'm movin' real creepy
Got a baba to line him, she movin' real treeshy
Ass too fat, tryna shake it like RiRi
Like, I think that she dumb, tryna say "Jay5ive, eat me"
I'm wit' Jay Hound, yeah, the one that made Neaky
I know they made 'cause the police ain't keep me
Why the fuck am I still lookin' for Gigi?