[Chorus]
Ain't talking no band when I say we marching
We got buttons on the back of our Glocks
Bitch, we stepping, walking on rocks
You can see me shining, my shit from the Box
Ain't talking no band when I say we got drums
And the sticks and we really walk down on the opps
ARs, pistols, drums, and Glocks
If a n***a diss Von, we stretching 'em out
In the 'Raq we riding twelve hot cars
Flushing on 12, I'm on going to the stars
N***as ain't gang, n***as ain't got heart
If a n***a ain't sliding then the n***a ain't a part
Steal your squad for my n***a Sheroid
I don't see what's coming, I don't merch no car
We can kill this chat, it can go that far
Big Wraith Wraith, four deep, four rocks

[Verse]
We don't squash shit, send that shit up with God
Riding with shit that'll go through your car
Right in your face, through your vest, through your heart
You know we can't lie so they [?]
They was hating on Top then, boom, took off
Send the work, Minnesota, bro banging on thе sauce
Got a crib for my bitch, for the hoes got a loft
Thеse bitches gon' fuck, just don't front 'em off
I sleep with the racks like I live in the vault
Slid back twice, red tape, white chalk
My Mexican, he really don't talk
My Mexican white, we tight like ropes
When they free the main slime, we back selling dope
Put the opps in the ground, put them racks in the floor
AMG white, it look like snow
Christian Dior like Pop when it's smoke
But I do it for Von, you already know
You ain't stating no facts, it's cap, for sure
Put his key in his locks, got 'em clapped at the door
My shorty hop out, went clapping some more
And it happen in the front, ain't gotta backdoor
N***as ain't built like that, 'Wop know
Follow these n***as, straight wiping they nose
A lot of cap on the 'Gram gon' get a n***a smoked
Your money look funny, your pockets a joke
Got a bitch in the [?], let me bust in her throat
Got a bitch in the New York, she be swiping for coats
I bring in the racks and I give it to [?]
You know how we rocking, we don't fall out by hoes
Got hit in his face, left a hole like a boat
Wherever they book us, ain't ducking no shows
We [?] each other, together we grow
[Chorus]
Ain't talking no band when I say we marching
We got buttons on the back of our Glocks
Bitch, we stepping, walking on rocks
You can see me shining, my shit from the Box
Ain't talking no band when I say we got drums
And the sticks and we really walk down on the opps
ARs, pistols, drums, and Glocks
If a n***a diss Von, we stretching 'em out
In the 'Raq we riding twelve hot cars
Flushing on 12, I'm on going to the stars
N***as ain't gang, n***as ain't got heart
If a n***a ain't sliding then the n***a ain't a part
Steal your squad for my n***a Sheroid
I don't see what's coming, I don't merch no car
We can kill this chat, it can go that far
Big Wraith Wraith, four deep, four rocks