[Verse 1: Foolio]
Brand new stolen Glock, tryna' turn an opp into a star
Rolled him in a 'gar, tried to run but he ain't make it far
50 in this chop, bitch I walk down on any car
Shoot up [?] block, ESPN, n***a we the opps

[Verse 2: RawYoungin]
Spinnin' back to back, we shootin' guns, n***a
We put them bitches all on you and make you run, n***a, (Lets go)
You slangin' iron, we slangin' iron, I think that's fun, n***a, (Grrraaa)
We drop a opp, you drop a tear, let's get it done, n***a

[Verse 3: Foolio]
We drop a bag ontop yo' head, let's get it done, n***a
Killed all yo' dogs, and spinned again, shit, let's have fun wit' 'em
He say, "Fuck Bibby," it's no pressure to have yo' gun with you
Get you extorted, like a toilet, we done flushed n***as

[Verse 4: RawYoungin]
Drop a bag and gеt 'em gone, that ain't no pressurе
I send them blicks, and when you drop, we fuck yo' shelter
Know pussy n***as talkin' shit, watch how I catch 'em
I'm talkin' bend yo' corner, slide, way we flexin'

[Verse 5: Foolio]
And when JB get out prison, we goin' extra
All that tweetin', you the police, not a stepper
Got my pole, rock and roll, like heavy metal
High as hell off this perc, this not delta
Brrr, baow, baow, boy that choppa melt 'em
Heaven sent, but this Glock come from the devil
I don't wanna talk 'bout dead opps, cause I got several
And I done dug so many graves with this shovel
[Verse 6: RawYoungin]
(Boom, bang) Bitch, we got big guns that'll switch a lil' hoe attitude
We spin at midnight, but it's on sight when it's afternoon
Bitch, I go beast mode, this a dirty stick, n***a, how you reppin'?
Bitch, we got big guns that'll blow shit, n***a, how you steppin'?
Creep through the back and blow his mind, they say we gotta stretch 'em
He say them n***as waitin' outside, no face, we gotta kill 'em
Three to the face, two the back, exactly how we did 'em
We step on shit, broad day and night, even foe'nem was with 'em