[Intro: Sensei SwaGG]
It's your boy, Sensei, we in the building
Basically, no basic shit
Flockstar
This is GK
Break yo heads
Get money though, fuck y'all talkin' 'bout
Half these n***as out here gangbanging, don't know who the fuck they banging for man, ain't even doing it right
That n***a shootin' point blank with the handgun
Who he hit? Nobody
Fuck outta here n***a

[Hook: Sensei SwaGG]
This that get low, spin the block out the window
With the MAC out, letting shit go
It's that run, duck
Knew that boy keep a gun tucked
Goose, you can be the dumb duck
This that, "Oh shit", surprise n***a, the whole clique
Hollows make a n***a backflip
This that gun sound, no n***a we ain't playin' around
When we bangin', we aiming for ground
N***a this that rundown, I said this the rundown
Oh yeah this the rundown
Leave yo brains on the ground, no we ain't playin' around
When we bangin', we aiming for ground
N***a this that rundown, I said this the rundown
Oh yeah this the rundown
Leave yo brains on the ground, no we ain't playin' around
When we bangin', we aiming for ground
N***a this that rundown
[Verse 1: 22Gz]
22G and you know this that rundown
Aim it at your fitted cap, pow, that's that gun sound
When I pop up best believe I'ma flock rounds
I ain't hit shit, lil' n***as better duck down
22 shots, and you know I keep the glizzy
Yeah I'm YS, but shout out the [?]
Free Dotdot, he was leavin' a n***a sleepy (Slumped)
Smokin' all this weed, never greens, always sticky (Dough)
Never on no lame shit (Facts), you'll get your friends ripped
Man I fucked your bitch, backshot and she came quick (Thottie)
Skirtin' 'round town on the opps, that's why we lit (Squad)
Gang shit, for Rack I let it rip (RIP)
Tre pounds go ahead do you a backflip (Flip)
Rule number 1 in these streets, keep a clip (Keep that grip)
22 chops, yeah let it spray (Grrah)
.40s and Glocks, all my toys wanna play
Boom on the opps better watch what you say (Pussy)
N***as movin' slow, better stick with the pace (Fuck)
If you love your life, don't throw down the rakes
My n***as be flockin' and we leave no trace

[Hook: Sensei SwaGG]
This that get low, spin the block out the window
With the MAC out, letting shit go
It's that run, duck
Knew that boy keep a gun tucked
Goose, you can be the dumb duck
This that, "Oh shit", surprise n***a, the whole clique
Hollows make a n***a backflip
This that gun sound, no n***a we ain't playin' around
When we bangin', we aiming for ground
N***a this that rundown, I said this the rundown
Oh yeah this the rundown
Leave yo brains on the ground, no we ain't playin' around
When we bangin', we aiming for ground
N***a this that rundown, I said this the rundown
Oh yeah this the rundown
Leave yo brains on the ground, no we ain't playin' around
When we bangin', we aiming for ground
N***a this that rundown
[Verse 2: Gizzy G]
Ridin' round town with my n***a 22
Code 22, all my n***as gon' pursue
I ain't with the chattin' my n***a, this the rundown
Yellow tape, chalked up, n***a this that gun sound
Blick baow, blick baow, my n***as in the spot
Red dot, red dot, no connect the dot
'Bout the static cone, boy I'ma let it shot
Grippin' on the tone, even when I'm slidin' on the dot
This that run up get, flocked down
.40 on my heavy, run up, get manned down, get fanned down
This that run up, get shot, talkin' 'bout my money, get flocked, straight Rugers and Glocks
We shooters, we flock
Straight Rugers and Glocks, got chops, and we shoot at your pops
Stop talkin' to cops, start playin' yo' blocks
We outchea, we makin' shit hot
Kick it 'bout a stain when I wrote this
Ha
Straight pain when I wrote this
Ah
Black rain when I wrote this
Zero tolerance, lil' homie, that's the motif
Ha
Bring it back, revolvers they clap
Like monsters, we juggin', and trap
We spendin' them racks, we spendin' that cheese
We makin' it back, we gettin' them stacks
[Hook: Sensei SwaGG]
This that get low, spin the block out the window
With the MAC out, letting shit go
It's that run, duck
Knew that boy keep a gun tucked
Goose, you can be the dumb duck
This that, "Oh shit", surprise n***a, the whole clique
Hollows make a n***a backflip
This that gun sound, no n***a we ain't playin' around
When we bangin', we aiming for ground
N***a this that rundown, I said this the rundown
Oh yeah this the rundown
Leave yo brains on the ground, no we ain't playin' around
When we bangin', we aiming for ground
N***a this that rundown, I said this the rundown
Oh yeah this the rundown
Leave yo brains on the ground, no we ain't playin' around
When we bangin', we aiming for ground
N***a this that rundown

[Verse 3: Sensei SwaGG]