[Intro]
(Rado)

[Verse 1: OnFully]
Might swing on the side of you like what's the word? Surprise
When I shot you in your shit, your ass hit the curb
I don't even own a pigeon coupe, but I play with birds
Dogged a bitch out, her name was Ari, feelin' like I'm Swerve
Yeah, I feel like Herb, high as hell of these herbs
Mask up and clear your block out, think this bitch a purge
Every time you see us, lookin' tactical with them lethal weapons
Your bitch eat the dick good, she organized, don't leave it messy

[Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Huh, you know it's me when you see the Rolex, and drеads nappy
Huh, grams of that Scooby Doo, uh, I'm with Shaggy
Yeah, I'm with the charged up crеw, we the battery
When you see us, better duck, fool, uh, like you Daffy
Talkin' body bags, zip 'em up, the coroner gon' pick 'em up
Like a bitch period, makin' opps bleed every month
Huh, brack a n***a head like a peanut, uh, uh
A hundred bands, that's really my reup (Ayy), uh, uh

[Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & The Godfather]
How you got all them guns and all them R.I.Ps in your [?]?
My n***a, I can make a twenty in eight hours, clock me on this trip
Shit, I almost put the pistol on a fan, he just wanted a pic'
Man, really out here rappin' and usin' guns, that shit don't even mix (N***a)
Man, you ain't never even seen a n***a bleed, you can leave
Might leave a n***a with wings
Like I picked the Bulls against the Bulls, I got two 23s
Man, young n***as runnin' the world (Yeah), my n***a Boom keep a king
[Verse 4: The Godfather & IAMTK Peso]
Young hot n***a, I'm a walking two hundred degrees
Real fat n***a, don't feel like scrappin', I'ma up the piece
Me and Dev in the hood chillin', sellin' P for P
Another opp died, I bet these n***as blame it on me
Ain't no passes, we runnin' to you, that's what it's gon' be
Play for keeps, so don't worry 'bout it, we get more than even
Lil' bro, he quick to blow the stick, just give him a reason
Hit your dumbass like twenty-five times, he done breathing (Look)

[Verse 5: IAMTK Peso]
Bitch, I'm eatin' with the n***as that I'm slidin' with
I can't take my n***as everywhere because they rob shit
When you see him on a hunt, you see the crime lift
Brodie put a ladder on the Glock, he love to climb shit
Every time we out, it's a hundred shooters behind us
Still fuckin' hoes like I don't know what to do with a condom
When an opp see us, n***as know what time it is
Brodie tryna take them n***as out, bitch, we don't dine in