[Intro: Foolio, V-Mone]
6 Block
Man MOB shit, 079 COB
Big 6 n***a, 1646 brick baby
Free Slick
From Chicago to Florida man, you know what time it is man
Free, Free Jim
Straight hats
Free da gang man

[Verse 1: V-Mone]
N***as said they shootin' at G's but I'm a different type of G (Aye)
Run up, I'mma spray this micro like it's Money Mike with me (Brr, bow)
Sticks and drums up in this foreign, let's see if n***a make this beat
Don't miss a step when playin' with me
Miss a step I bet you'll see
The way I shoot these riffs up out this clip, I practice Curry means (Come here)
Only 'cuz I score for threes, if I don't score don't talk to me (Sike)
I be hot just like the Heat, not the team you fucking geeks
I'm talking 'bout the black four [?], SIG Sauer, lemon squeezer (Bow, bow, bow)

[Verse 2: Foolio]
This the G law
I don't fuck with rats, SpottеmGottem, Draco BeatBox
At the city n***a, wе the ones who got them streets hot
Hanging out the window, shoot this bitch until it decock (Rah)
Kitchen water whippin' in this bitch until my wrist rot
Left-right, shoot, if you catch them, then he whacked (He dead)
Put your Glock in the air, if you caught a hat (Hat)
This my third shootout this week, I'm just tryna make a pack
If bro don't, I shoot, we like Kobe Bryant & Shaq
[Verse 3: V-Mone]
I just heard her tell him breathe, but she don't know he left with me (Damn)
[?] gave his name to weed, and honestly he really stink (Ha)
It's hardly that he don't reek, and part of me still hear him scream (God damn)
It's mostly when I'm off the lean, tryna enjoy the finer things
Like getting neck, from a vet
Bad bitch looking like Yvette
Maybach what we call her neck
Catch a opp, he getting stretched
Folks'nem slide with Glizzy MACs
Can't forget 'bout Smith & Wess'
All-black in Hellcats
Hoodies on with stolen vests
Shoot back, shoot them by the neck
They said we hit the face and neck
FSC we stand on that
FreeSlick clique, we stand on that
Guwop told on dude, and then marked it with the penmanship (Rat)
Lil bro's ruling the same as him, chain up boy don't let him leave

[Verse 4: Foolio]
Dirty Glocks and SRT (Aye)
Tryna put them on TV (Come here)
Hop out with that .223 (Rah)
Make that fuck boy use his feet
Park the car, bitch I'mma stop
V-Mone he gone shoot for me (Bow, bow, bow)
N***a I'mma shoot for him
Tryna catch a first-degree
I see dead n***as walking (God damn)
I'm so hot
I see dead n***as talking (God damn)
Great on feet, he tryna run then we hoppin' (Huh, come here)
Put a hole in his head like a dolphin, that boy a dolphin