[Intro: UnoTheActivist, Everything Gwaluh & SouthsideSmoke]
Rob me a n***a like every Friday
And I'm with Smoke and he bang the Brim way
And I'm with Bloody Dior, he bangin' 9 Trey
Chopper hit him, bullet holes in his face, ooh, ooh (Lil bitch)
Whoop
Everything motherfuckin' Gwaluh, yeah
(Hudda, hudda, hudda, hudda, hudda)
Southside, n***a, yeah
Jurassic Park, bitch
You already know what the fuck brackin', n***a, yeah
Welcome to Clayton County AKA Jurassic Park

[Verse 1: Everything Gwaluh]
N***as talkin' beef but they ain't ready for war
I ain't pullin' up with straps, I'll throw a bomb in your car
Pussy n***a, what it is? I'll bring it to your front yard
Where the fuck your mama live, n***a? I'll wet that shit up
N***a, stop fuckin' playin' with your life, this ain't that
N***a pull up with a MAC, I bet I'll empty the MAC
Whoop hudda, Everything Gwaluh been the fuckin' shooter
Pass it to my lil bro to see if he gonna do it, yeah

[Verse 2: SouthsideSmoke & UnoTheActivist]
And you know I fuckin' am
Spray your ass with my man
Then I pull off in a Lamb, skrrt-skrrt, goin' ham
Yeah, I got the Glock .40 and you know I tote the nina
And my bitch by my side, shawty looking like a diva
Know it's SouthsideSmoke, got the nina right now, ayy
N***a talkin' brazy, I'ma lay his ass down
That's on my set Brim Gang
Yeah, y'all pussy n***as lame
Man, I'm in it for the cash
I don't give a fuck about some fame
Damn, my teeth bling
Damn, my wrist bling, ooh
Stomp on your block like a fuckin' orangutan, yeah, yeah
(What?)
Run my check every day, yeah
(What?)
N***a, don't ever play, ayy
(What?)
Pistols right to your face, yeah
(What?)
We takin' everything
(Hold on, lil, hold on, lil, hold on, hold on)
[Verse 3: UnoTheActivist]
Hold on, hold on, little ho
I'm from the 3, I'm sticked up with Boat
And my diamonds jumpin' just like jump rope
Hold on, little bitch, put this pistol to your throat
I fucked your baby mama right on the bamera
I'm with the whoop, he bangin' Bloody Bandana
I pull up then pour the deuce right in my Fanta
Put two in his head then put one in his mama
Rob me a n***a like every Friday
And I'm with Smoke and he bang the Brim way
And I'm with Bloody Dior, he bangin' 9 Trey
Chopper hit him, bullet holes in his face (Lil bitch)
Ooh, ooh, I'm sprayin' like Mase
Hold on, baby, suck me, I'm like, "How do it taste?"
Chopper hit him, body flip just like gymnastics
If he try to run up know I keep me a stick, ooh (Stick)
Hold on, lil bitch, what you doin'?
The bitch wanna ball and I'm like Patrick Ewing
Chopper hit him, now his body get to oozin', ooh
And I got a clip like a movie, yeah