[Intro: FYB J Mane & Rooga]
(Shout out Digi Prada, you hear me?)
Haan, ayy, this how I'ma do this one
Ayy, look
T-P, this how I'm comin', gang, gang
Ayy, haan

[Chorus: FYB J Mane & Wooski]
Whole gang full of slimes, bitch, I be with some boogers
N***as act hard, but be sweeter than sugar (Be sweeter than sugar)
These n***as be bitches, I'm really a killer (I'm really a killer)
I'm smokin' lil' Steve, but it smell like Gorilla (Haan)
Exotic Backwoods and the flavor vanilla (The flavor vanilla)
He want some clout, so we smokin' on Billa (We smokin' on Billa)
These n***as be goofies, ain't really no killers (These n***as be goofies)
He say he BD, but we shoot at them n***as, haan
I ain't learned my lesson
Kill a n***a and don't give no confession
Smoke dope with them killers and this Smith & Wesson (Damn, Woo)
'Cause sometimes, I be stressin'
Tooka Gang came to turn this bitch up
Take all the hoes and go fuck on these sluts
The youngin' still grippin' on that you-know-what
When they see us, they run, so we gon' hit the cut
(Baow, baow)
[Verse 1: FYB J Mane]
Hop out the cut, get to bussin' (To bussin')
Wooski be with me, be shootin' for nothin'
These n***as be bluffin', Glock came with a button
No name on these bullets, hit you and your cousin
Ain't with the discussions, shots at your McNugget
Bitches be dumb like crabs in a bucket
Big FYB and the "F" is for "Fuckin'"
Long live K.I., I be sippin' Blood Money, bitch

[Verse 2: FYB Montae]
Come through creepin' (Glah), we sparkin'
Glock 21 get to barkin', bitch, I'm the Archie Gang sergeant
You tough on the web, Peter Parkin' (Huh)
Hop out on feet and we park it, do it for Motor and Marcus
Took so many losses, I'm heartless
Spent so many nights in the darkness
I'm not a regular artist
Still post on your block like DeMarcus and blitz on your block like the Spartans

[Verse 3: FYB J Mane]
Bullets be hotter than mace
I put this Glock to your face (Hotter than mace)
Shouldn't've been droppin' the rakes (Droppin' the rakes)
You can get turned 'to a day
Better watch what you say 'cause my killers don't play (Better watch what you say)
I be droppin' the five, I ain't droppin' no 'tape (Be droppin' the five)
My pops a BD and I'm still BDK (Pops a BD)
I know you like music hear the sound of this Drac' (Glah)
Hundred shots in the bitch, it'll take off your face (Bitch)
[Verse 4: FYB Montae]
And we want smoke with whoever
Your cousin, you, and whoever (Let's get it)
Just bought an AR from Cabela's
Just did a high-speed in Margiela's (Skrrt)
I make all the opp n***as jealous
Throw up the rakes for the fellas (Gang)
Shots from the Drac' to your melon
Ambulance sirens, mama yellin'
Get smoked on your block, you embarrassed (Boom)
Spin on your block, DJ Pharris
Get lost in the Audi, I'm bailin' (Get lost in the Audi, I'm bailin')

[Chorus: FYB J Mane & Wooski]
Whole gang full of slimes, bitch, I be with some boogers
N***as act hard, but be sweeter than sugar (Be sweeter than sugar)
These n***as be bitches, I'm really a killer (I'm really a killer)
I'm smokin' lil' Steve, but it smell like Gorilla (Haan)
Exotic Backwoods and the flavor vanilla (The flavor vanilla)
He want some clout, so we smokin' on Billa (We smokin' on Billa)
These n***as be goofies, ain't really no killers (These n***as be goofies)
He say he BD, but we shoot at them n***as, haan
I ain't learned my lesson
Kill a n***a and don't give no confession
Smoke dope with them killers and this Smith & Wesson (Damn, Woo)
'Cause sometimes, I be stressin'
Tooka Gang came to turn this bitch up
Take all the hoes and go fuck on these sluts
The youngin' still grippin' on that you-know-what
When they see us, they run, so we gon' hit the cut
(Baow, baow)