[Intro: Trapgod Glizzoe]
(AXL)
Grr
Gang, Gang
550

[Chorus: Trapgod Glizzoe & PNV Mell]
Glizzoe keep a pole
If I catch me a opp, then I fold him like clothes (Boom)
Big Mell, I'm a Loc, TTV saw me, they seen me, they froze (Brr)
Got a Glock, I'ma flock with it
And I'm droppin' the L like I'm droppin' a hockey stick (Die L)
Six shots, now his body hit
They watchin’ my style, so you know they tryna copy it (Boom)
And I'm still in the field
Them boys talk tuff 'til we spin on hill (Skrrt, skrrt)
Never ran, never will
Run up, get done, and get popped like a pill
And I geek like a nerd
Hit up the guys, like, "Bro, what’s the word?"
I’m fly like a bird, if they really want beef, n***as spin two thirds

[Verse 1: Trapgod Glizzoe]
But you know they ain't spinnin' our strip (They not)
He talk tuff, he get hit in his lip
Put that boy on a digital clip
Now they watching the screen like I'm sendin' a pic (What?)
But we ain't talkin' basketball
I did it to myself, so I can't be mad at y'all
Stacked up, then add it all
And I twirl every day like I'm sippin' on alcohol
[Verse 2: Trapgod Glizzoe]
Me and Mell gon' spin through the L
If them boys talk tuff, then we send 'em a shell (Boom, boom)
Cop up, make sell after sells
74, kick doors, we ain't ringin' a bell
And I'm not with the foolery
The opps see me, they start tuckin' they jewelry (Yeah)
Gun black like Kooda B
And I ain't gotta shoot, Boo-boo gon' shoot for me
Hop out, get low from the jakes (Low from the jakes)
Get caught then I'm beatin' the case
In the field, gotta watch for the snakes
Stop out, rib shots, we was throwin' up rakes
Y2G be the gang, yeah, you know
Gotta play the cards right like Uno
No, this not the weed that you smoke (Nope)
Dope got me on mars like Bruno
It's so hard in this life that I'm livin'
You focused on beef, and I'm focused on chicken
22 told me I spot 'em, I clip 'em
If someone is watching, I flock at the witness
This for all of my opps that be snitchin'
You could get fried like a Red Lobsters biscuit
Spice 'em and drill 'em, my guys really with it
The opp is a target, on God, I'ma hit it (Boom, boom, boom)
A lot of y'all don’t know me
I'ma put two-four in his back like he Kobe
And it's clipped if you owe me, better keep ya head like you havin' a nosebleed
Ziggy stay with the heater, man (What?)
She suckin' the gang, so I call that a eater, man (What?)
They fly like Peter Pan (What?)
I deliver the message like I was a pizza man (What?)
[Chorus: Trapgod Glizzoe & PNV Mell]
Glizzoe keep a pole
If I catch me a opp, then I fold him like clothes
Big Mell, I'm a Loc, TTV saw me, they seen me, they froze
Got a Glock, I'ma flock with it
And I'm droppin’'the L like I'm droppin' a hockey stick
Six shots, now his body hit
They watchin' my style, so you know they tryna copy it
And I'm still in the field
Them boys talk tuff 'til we spin on hill
Never ran, never will
Run up, get done, get popped like a pill
And I geek like a nerd
Hit up the guys, like, "Bro, what’s the word?"
I’m fly like a bird, if they really want beef, n***as spin two thirds

[Verse 3: PNV Mell]
Real n***a, spin blocks 'til it's sleepy
Talkin' 'bout die, I'ma shoot 'til it's empty
A lot of n***as, be throwin' up MB
My n***a, be throwin' 550
Y’all talkin' 'bout chops that y'all ain't got
Call Glizzy, he gon' flock out the chop
N***a ran Ricky like they runnin' from cops
Back out this chop, I'ma let my shit flock (Gang)