[Intro]
Grah
Bro threw a lot, so I follow
(Chee on the beat)
Graah, grah, grah
(Mm, nah, turn that up)
Like, bro threw a lot—
(Young Madz)

[Chorus: Sdot Go]
Bro threw a lot, so I follow
Flock 'em down, I ain't poppin' this bottle
Like, I'm tryna bend, it was hot though
Neaky, bro should've shot with some hollows
Catch a body, shit feel like the Lotto
Dudey keep dissin', we was on that block though
Firin' shots near the cops and they watched though

[Verse 1: Sdot Go]
Don't got a ski, but I still let it fly though
Hop out that V, and do what? Box?
Better than tricks, I be first to up knock
Runny nose, bitch, I'm wipin' my snot
Shit sad how they say we the bros, but they fuck with the opps
Run down, I'm tryna clear the block
I'm tryna shoot a n***a with the flock
Said she wanna tote, had her dance on my cock
Like, I'm still boomin' if he with his pops
[Verse 2: Jay Hound]
Yo, Naz, I think it's go time
I'm on time, and they talkin' on 'Pop
Opp thot tryna give us the drop
And I see him dissin' on all on her TikToks
On bro, on the Hill, thats the block that I chose (The block that I chose)
If you run into is, I bet that you fold
Like, on that block, make it hot when It's cold (Grrah, grrah)
We gon' catch 'em
When that shot hit the door, almost left 'em (Uh, huh)
On the hunt for the Yagi's, we on 7th
Like, how did we end up on Pleasant?
I done went dumb, had to grab on my weapon
Think I won't throw? He won't test it
Bet you I show you I really get reckless
Had the Trey when I upped on your best friend (Grrah, grrah, boom)

[Verse 3: Sdot Go, Jay Hound & Naz GPG]
Oh, that's Wick? Hol' on, wait
Like, wait 'til I'm done with this case
Said he up knock, better get out the—
Thirteen in the clip, we ain't playin' this game
Don't try to push up on me, it's not safe (Grah, grah)
Like, I'm tryna flock a n***a that jack Blay
JayRipin the—
We still rockin' pain
Matt, Gutta, Dotty,Cane
I creep through they shit, no mask
If he try to run, I'ma get on his ass
Seen my face, n***a turnt into flash
Bro said he hype, he completed his task
Oh, they fuck with the opps? That shit makin' me mad
Get up close, tryna do 'em real bad
Notti died, they was sad
Yo, Dudeylo, ask Del what I had
N***as be chattin', it ain't what it seem
Don't gotta chase 'em, this got a beam
I go dolo, I don't need a team
I'ma keep flockin' 'til I hear him scream
[Chorus: Sdot Go]
Bro threw a lot, so I follow
Flock 'em down, I ain't poppin' this bottle
Like, I was tryna bend, it was hot though
Neaky to—
Bro should've shot with some hollows
Catch a body, shit feel like the Lotto
Dudey keep dissin', we was on that block though
Firin' shots near the cops and they watched though