[Intro]
Zedd
R8 Beats

[Chorus: Screwloose, Rizzy Rampz, Rhyno]
I was on the-I was on the back of the bike
Bro had a dotts, I had a .9
We was tryna' go on a glide
Tell my why them boys love hide
N***as talk like drillers, but they're snitching
That ain't right
Five man step with a load of knives
Gotta be fair gotta dice him right
They talk it, we live it
I still Moscow march with my siblings
Still lurk and purge where I fished him
Still risk it all for a biscuit
Pull up, back-back my ting and bro brought his kitchen
Old-school days man stay reminiscing
Rest up S, Lord knows that I miss him

[Verse 1: Screwloose, Rizzy Rampz]
Screw, J.I.B or Jack in the Box
Pop up quick, quick, man see a opp, man's slapping it off
Back the dot-dot, man strangle it off
Then it's back to the block
Man's squeezing it off, squeezing it off, I should kneel with a mop
Wave that-wave that dotts, like I clean with a mop
Too-too much mess
This can't gеt cleaned with a cloth
Had to run man down, I'm asthmatic, had me brеathing a lot
I wet his jacket, he was pleeding a lot
Been here for 2 waps, I was speaking a lot
They say I'm too cold, yeah I'm freezed a lot
[Verse 3: Rhyno]
How you gonna lie that ying been shot?
How you gonna cap that ying been chopped?
How you get touched, then talking to cops?
Then lie upon beats? That shit gotta stop
Bang with my bros, I'll ride with my 1s
I'll kick man's chest like nah, Judi Young
Crash creep on me, best know its tucked
And if I use mine, that's more than enough

[Verse 4: Screwloose, Rizzy Rampz, Rhyno]
2 dead boys, you were lighting them up
Now I'm high as fuck
PS got mined with his cuz'
Got it, times 3, now the Southeast run (Get done)
Shh, 'cause that's a shh shh with the uhh-uhh, that toy make a silent hush
Otherwise, run a man down, I'm the one that's on violent stuff
Bro-bro's on all that violent stuff
Other side, I know yah, who? Boy
They say that I make molly off fraudulent stuff
Other side, I don't supply no toys
4 man in the convoy, tryna make some noise with the boys, aye, aye
Bam-bam like the Chief Keef, but I ain't from Illinois, aye, aye
More tracks than glides, that shit's pathetic(Pathetic)
I mix facts with rhymes, some say I'm poetic
How can I stop when I just got started?(Or can I?) Rhyno energetic
2v1, can't say that I dashed (Fucking neeks), I'm far from athletic
Whole be city bringing them medics, 125, grip it, then rev it
Just like the dotts, you grip it, then shoot, shoot, if you knew where his head is
If you shootin', I'm shooting back, there's no shooting back like tengers
Then situation get hectic, left wing, they done jakes to the exit
Day one, threw my head in and failed to mention that I linked the bad one with the skengers
Don't read the olders, they're relics
This life, in Dublin, keep smelling
Why you think my aunties always lectured me?
I shot me 2, and I tried fry up my man, when the move got P
Say it on me so the hood did leave
You don't wanna see clips, like a movie scene
Silver mag in, then .9, double M
You might hold this one, or this cursive leak
Get splashed like ****, that's in 2s or 3s
Go opp block, I make a man freeze
And throw the perfect account, its on E
Live with the dance, I got it on me
And I just made a call, I'm from PGP
2 ram-2 rammies on me(Aye)
You know that's TTP
If I back that out and swing for your chest, blades hope that you P-Y-C( Zedd)
Lil' man got dropped
They were screaming out TMP(R8)
And if I'm doing your drops, you better send my USDT
[Chorus: Screwloose, Rizzy Rampz, Rhyno]
I was on the-I was on the back of the bike
Bro had a dotts, I had a .9
We was tryna' go on a glide
Tell my why them boys love hide
N***as talk like drillers, but they're snitching
That ain't right
Five man step with a load of knives
Gotta be fair gotta dice him right
They talk it, we live it
I still Moscow march with my siblings
I still lurk and purge where I fished him
Still risk it all for a biscuit(Ching-ching)
Pull up, back-back my ting and bro brought his kitchen
Old-school days man stay reminiscing
Rest up S, Lord knows that I miss him


[Outro]
Zedd
R8 Beats