[Intro: SUBJECTZ]
YZ
These fuck boys claim they trappin' hard so count it up
We run these blocks, we flippin' work and keep them Rugers tucked

[Chorus: SUBJECTZ]
These fuck boys claim they trappin' hard so count it up (Ayy)
We run these blocks, we flippin' work and keep them Rugers tucked (Yuh)
Oh, that's ya bitch? She hit my line, she wanna suck me up
Ya'll n***as mad, I'm countin' cash and I don't give a fuck

[Post-Chorus: SUBJECTZ]
Put that on my eastside, skrilla on my westside
Killers get yo' mouth run, n***a (Ayy)
Pull up with them choppas up and the fuckin' block out
Keep the hood on lockdown, n***a

[Verse 1: CAMERONAZI]
Bitch, I'm built to win
I never lose, yeah, I came in twos
Glock [?] twins
Red beam aimin' straight at you
Booted up, zooted, I don't need no friends
I isolate, I contemplate 'cause suicide's a threat
These demons talk, these demons chat, they talkin' on my neck
That fuckin' squad and ya set, and ya whole damn team
Ya'll n***as pussy, ain't no guessin' what y'all gon' fuckin' be
'Cause it's that '05 GY 'til a n***a can't breathe, ayy
[Verse 2: SUBJECTZ]
Ya'll some stupid n***as, can't fuck with these goofy n***as
Never gave a fuck so I rock with that tooly, n***a (Grrt, grrt)
Ya'll boys move like [?] (Like [?])
Watch out, I maneuver ruthless (Ruthless)
Send shots, he dance like Uzi (Uzi)
Know I hang wit' a couple shooters (shooters)
Bust scripts, I might just lose it (Lose it)
Cops come, we playin' stupid (Stupid)
Yo' bitch—hold up, who's bitch?
She blow me like she toothless (She toothless)
N***as know the gang, we ruthless (Ruthless)
On the block, I keep like two sticks (Two sticks)
Get cash, count it up, prove it
Blue hunnids, I'll throw it on yo' bitch (Grrt, grrt)

[Chorus: SUBJECTZ]
These fuck boys claim they trappin' hard so count it up (Ayy)
We run these blocks, we flippin' work and keep them Rugers tucked (Yuh)
Oh, that's ya bitch? She hit my line, she wanna suck me up
Ya'll n***as mad, I'm countin' cash and I don't give a fuck
These fuck boys claim they trappin' hard so count it up (Ayy)
We run these blocks, we flippin' work and keep them Rugers tucked (Yuh)
Oh, that's ya bitch? She hit my line, she wanna suck me up
Ya'll n***as mad, I'm countin' cash and I don't give a fuck
[Verse 3: $NOT]
See I'm a full runner, shot caller
Wet a n***a up, gunna', n***a runnin' so we fucked him up
Take my fuckin' blade, I rip a n***a if he talkin' tough
Bitch, I need that fuckin' guap, so I fuckin' count it up
All my n***as go gorillas, bitch, we posted with some sticks
All black, booted up, whole squad, shootin' up
Shut the fuck up, bitch, I keep my fuckin' tommy tucked
Bitch, I'm looking for the work, put a n***a on a shirt
[?] my name, you on the dirt, make sure he don't fuckin' walk
If he talk, we heat him up, stuff him in the fuckin' bag
Throw him in the fuckin' trash, see me in yo' fuckin' block
Pull up wit' a beam and Glock every time he fuckin' talk
Bitch, we make this shit hot, make a n***a body flop
Watch his body Milly Rock, n***a, you can't fuckin' hang
N***a, you ain't with the gang, if you talkin' all that shit
We gon' let it fuckin' rain, ayy

[Outro: $NOT]
Damn bro, fuck