[Intro: 264 Quez & Tee Grizzley & Both]
You know we can track you down but ain't no phones on them missions (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Why you talkin' 'bout all them bodies? Why you talkin' 'bout all them killings, n***a?
(Good lookin', Kam)
Oh, yeah

[Chorus: 264 Quez]
You know we can track you down but ain't no phones on them missions
Phew, phew, phew, phew, that's the sound of that whistle
Why you talkin' 'bout all them bodies? Why you talkin' 'bout all them killings?
You ain't never walk down and seen the bullet eat the tissue
Every time I'm in town surround myself with three-four killers
Do the dash right up my own and tell 'em, "Free all of my n***as"
Hit the A with the juice, we 'bout to trip out in them coupes
Yeah, sixty for blues, I ain't gon' talk about the food

[Verse 1: 264 Quez]
I ain't got a rap check but still threw fifty on my neck
Two-six-four baguettes, you see this chain, it mean respect
Come on, can we have sex? And bend you over in the 'Vette
Fuck you hard, I ain't pressed to kick you out and call the next
I had that ho on her knees, on Instagram make n***as fiend
Pulled a diamond out of my jeans and told that bitch she gotta leave
Can't forget that we turnt, we out here gettin' n***as burnt
Really puttin' in work, you know them other n***as Perced
Chase his ass down and when we catch up with your ass, what you sayin' now?
I know you doin' it for the 'Gram, that got your mans by, but got your ass fried
Boy, sit your ass down, n***a
[Chorus: 264 Quez & Tee Grizzley & Both]
You know we can track you down but ain't no phones on them missions
Phew, phew, phew, phew (Bah, bah, bah, bah), that's the sound of that whistle
Why you talkin' 'bout all them bodies? Why you talkin' 'bout all them killings, n***a?
You ain't never walk down and seen the bullet eat the tissue (You never did that)
Every time I'm in town surround myself with three-four killers (Uh-huh)
Do the dash right up my own and tell 'em, "Free all of my n***as" (Oh, yeah)
Hit the A with the juice, we 'bout to trip out in them coupes (Let's do it)
Yeah, sixty for blues, I ain't gon' talk about the food (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Wrappin' up them chickens, they go for R. Kelly favorite age
Really been on missions, that's why GTA my favorite game
Opps love dyin', cemetery, that's they favorite place
Send they asses in there back to back, yeah, that's my favorite way (Go dig 'em up)
All these bitches tryna be my bitch, I feel like Flavor Flav (They on that)
In the trenches, million worth of jewelry, if you play, you lay (Don't play)
If you claim the Deuce then we got ties, if I spray, he spray (The guys)
Soon as I hear a n***a say my name I'm pullin' out that bake (It's on 'em)
I ain't with that small talk, come through and bend over, bitch (Come here)
She threw that pussy at me 'cause I'm lit, I ain't have to throw her shit (Facts)
Threw that AirTag on his whip and he ain't notice it (He ain't hear it)
Burner phone, track him down, squeeze 'til the blower click

[Chorus: 264 Quez & Tee Grizzley]
You know we can track you down but ain't no phones on them missions (Ain't no phones on them missions)
Phew, phew, phew, phew, that's the sound of that whistle (That's the sound of them switches)
Why you talkin' 'bout all them bodies? Why you talkin' 'bout all them killings? (Why you talkin' 'bout that?)
You ain't never walk down and seen the bullet eat the tissue (You never did that)
Every time I'm in town surround myself with three-four killers (Hitters)
Do the dash right up my own and tell 'em, "Free all of my n***as" (Free them boys)
Hit the A with the juice, we 'bout to trip out in them coupes (Skrrt)
Yeah, sixty for blues, I ain't gon' talk about the food (Bitch)
[Outro: Tee Grizzley]
G7, murder squad, no talkin', murder opps
Switchy on the Glock, squeeze once, let off thirty shots
Squeeze once and let off— Lame-ass n***a (Good lookin', Kam)