[Intro]
(Say Wop?)
(Jah)

[Chorus]
Oh, there go them game boys, duckin' from them cop cars
You gon' go with the movin' when you thinkin' thatcha' not, boy
We gon' hit yo' block up with them sticks, we gon' leave ya mopped up
We pull up and they ain’t on shit, we jump out tryna stop sum
One in the head, stop sum
I say you shoot, you better knock sum
In here with the murder babies, beggin' me to drop sum
I’ma stop the SRT, bangin', you don't stop dumpin'
I’ma shoot the shit right from the street
Hurry up, the cops comin’

[Verse]
My lawyer on my ass bad, tellin' me "Put a million on it”
Them feds ain’t tryna give no pass, this bigger than just a city on it
At my granny house with them killers 'round me
They don’t wanna strap but them hittas on me
Tryna put a bag on any bitch, I don’t give a fuck, get rid of homie
Gutta bitch, let her drive the Bentley
Youngin' trillin', facin' five convictions
Turn the music up while talkin' in the car, high dimension
Confiscation, say how many
Them pussy boys who building tension
And I’m knowin' that ain’t being specific, I’m referring to all them stupid bitches
[Chorus]
Oh, there go them game boys, duckin' from them cop cars
You gon' go with the movin' when you thinkin' thatcha' not, boy
We gon' hit yo' block up with them sticks, we gon' leave ya mopped up
We pull up and they ain’t on shit, we jump out tryna stop sum
One in the head, stop sum
I say you shoot, you better knock sum
In here with the murder babies, beggin' me to drop sum
I’ma stop the SRT, bangin', you don't stop dumpin'
I’ma shoot the shit right from the street
Hurry up, the cops comin’

[Open Verse]

[Outro]
(Ken gon' hit this hoe fasho)