[Intro: Yus Gz]
(They let 4mosa on the track, bitch)
(JSH)
Huh, like, like, like
Grrah, like, grrah, like, grrah
Baow, baow (Ah)

[Chorus: Yus Gz]
This shit deeper than rap, man, this shit ain't no cap
Tryna push up on me, get him whacked (Baow, baow, baow)
Nazzy dead, y'all ain't still ain't get back (Nazzy)
Reload and bend and we spinnin' right back (Baow, baow)
Like-like, I'm a 'ooter, just watch how I black
Back out the chop, had n***as runnin' laps
How many opps done got took off the map?
Bobby, Diddy, Charley got packed (Bobby)
Can't forgot about— shh, he got hit in his back
Like, if he with his boo, get him clapped
Try to reach for my chain, he would never do that (Like, nah)
E-EBS demons, we gotta move tact' (EBS)
Like, I been fiendin' to catch me a pack
Eli a bitch, how you told? You a rat (You a rat)
Beat on his head, got him runnin' like track
Like, damn, bro not a 'ooter, you smacked (Baow, baow)

[Verse 1: Yus Gz & 22Gz]
They like, "Yus, you the face of the Bronx," that's a fact (Like what?)
Make a move, I'm tryna get n***as clapped (Boom)
N***a, boom, bullets gon' beat on his back (Baow, baow)
N***a, zoom, I'm tryna run up the racks (Like, what?)
Like, you don't know me, so stop lookin' back
Don't panic, up it, then I double tap (Baow, baow)
Don't run, bro got the beam on his strap (Don't run)
Like, oh, he DOA? Cut off his tat'
I'm a top three shotta, better check out the stats (Like what?)
Spin on my doley, them n***as get clapped
Big gun got kick, they don't know what's attached
Don't run, he was runnin', he didn't look back
Red beam on the gun if that boy try to run
Up on his mommy and daddy and son (Sniper da Blicky)
[Verse 2: 22Gz]
Spinnin' through, it's just 22 and Yus (Skrrt, skrrt)
Stomach shot, n***a better get rushed (Boom, boom, boom)
Head tap, you could see all the pus (Grrah, grrah)
My lil' stepper tryna hang out the truck (Creepin')
Soon as he lack, he in a pack (Skrrt, skrrt)
If he ain't dead, then we spinnin' it back (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I got like thirty shots up in the strap (Grrt, grrt)
Switch on the blick, when I squeeze, it go grrat (Bah, bah, bah)
Click at his face, all you see was the splat (Grrah, grrt)
Gun in the river, we been movin' tact' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Brodie don't talk much 'cause he do walk-ups
Spin through they 'jects, n***as better be cautious (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
We put an opp from the X in the coffin (Grrt, grrt)
Heard he in Brooklyn, we tryna go off him (Boom, boom)
'Ooters on go, I ain't tryna make it hot
We tryna score, they ain't playin' they block (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Spot him, I promise he dead on the spot (Grrah, grrt)
I kept on clickin' 'til I seen him drop (Kept on clickin')
N***as be rappers, actors, chattin', cappin', probably be rattin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Catch him in traffic (Grrt), know it's a basket (Bah), pack him, shouldn't've been lackin' (Gang, gang, gang)

[Chorus: Yus Gz]
This shit deeper than rap, man, this shit ain't no cap
Tryna push up on me, get him whacked
Nazzy dead, y'all ain't still ain't get back
Reload and bend and we spinnin' right back (Baow, baow)
Like-like, I'm a 'ooter, just watch how I black
Back out the chop, had n***as runnin' laps
How many opps done got took off the map?
Bobby, Diddy, Charley got packed (Bobby)
Can't forgot about— shh, he got hit in his back
Like, if he with his boo, get him clapped
Try to reach for my chain, he would never do that
E-EBS demons, we gotta move tact'
Like, I been fiendin' to catch me a pack
Eli a bitch, how you told? You a rat (You a rat)
Beat on his head, got him runnin' like track
Like, damn, bro not a 'ooter, you smacked