[Verse 1: LSG PRADA]
Boy, you scared to shoot, it's somethin', somethin', ain't no truth
[?] preachy, actin' up, come meet the tool
Ain't no matter what, it's between us, the shit we do
Ain't turn nothin' into somethin', ask yo' ho bout what we do
Ask yo' people how we rock
Hop out the whip and point them Glocks
You could run but won't get far 'cause we got beams that do the job
We got K's that like to spark, we finna crash just like the stocks
Why the fuck they hate on Prada? 'Cause they hoes, just throwin' top
He ain't in the pic no more, can't stay one hundred, he got cropped
I don't [?] but you could bet we ridе with chops
Gang be droppin' juice, just like wе got it from the dock
And if he not on that shit then why the fuck you tryna talk?
Valentino on my feet, now I'm trippin' when I walk
I'm a real life boss, I get paid just to talk
You a real life bug, you ask the plug to help you out
Bitch, stop all that talkin', you get killed about that clout
Gang be pushin' work, we ain't hear about no drought
Hit it from the back, now that ho gon' scream and shout

[Verse 2: Zotiyac]
I be [?] like American Dad, he was talkin' too loud now he swimmin' like Klous
I keep a Mac, I don't talk on computers
We come through the window to shoot up yo' house
Like, n***a, come out
I brought my gun out
I'ma shoot 'til it run out
[?] and I shoot 'til it come out
And we spinnin' outside while the sun out
Boy, hide yo' wife and do not let yo' son out
.223 jump out
F&N dump out
Let a clip drop on his car and it spun out
.45 hit him, the lil' n***a sprung out
He lookin like Jordan, left him with his tounge out
I'm lookin' important every time that I step out
I'm [?], I'm fuckin' her throat, call it "Meth mouth"
Want smoke, get [?]
He be blowin' his breath out, bitch