[Intro: ?]
RSMP gon' [?] for sure, damn ya
Bar on, back up, run with me
Real shottas never die
We come back then multiply
[?], I wanna feel eternity
And then more
Or I feel like Moneybagg Yo
They confess, then leave them silent
Boom, boom, boom

[Chorus: 28AV]
Red lambo, blue lambo, shoota gang
Doors go up, slides go back, shoota gang
She look up, eyes go back, shoota gang
Bitch we on the shoota gang, bitch we on the shoota gang
I ain't beefing with no rats, boy you suckas can have that
If I get on with the bag, my brother gon have that
All that rapping ‘bout choppas but is you gon’ clap that
All that big talking like you want it, but why you backtrack

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
Walk box on the way I call it catching the case (case)
In the coupe, big five we were matching the ace (drank)
Make a rich n***a mad, it’s gon’ rain today (storm)
Play with me I did the bank, there’s gon’ be nobody safe (cmon dog)
See him outside, ain't no conversation, shoot at him
Live or change life, only murders, we gon’ do it to him (sheisty)
Shoot a snitches pockets off him, young n***as deluded (gimme dat)
Had two guns on him, didn’t know what to do with ‘em (ricky)
Water in the swimming pool, baby on fleek (splash)
Talking like he hot, opps, get him, go easy (go)
N***as think they sticking to the situation breezy (sleezy)
Hitters ain't got nothing to lose, they looking for a reason (gang)
[Chorus: 28AV]
Red lambo, blue lambo, shoota gang
Doors go up, slides go back, shoota gang
She look up, eyes go back, shoota gang
Bitch we on the shoota gang, bitch we on the shoota gang
I ain't beefing with no rats, boy you suckas can have that
If I get on with the bag, my brother gon have that
All that rapping ‘bout choppas but is you gon’ clap that
All that big talking like you want it, but why you backtrack (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: 28AV]
Red beams on my glizzy bitch, roadkill (pew, pew)
High beams on my bust down, rich mil (skrt)
See through drum roll, ten down, quick drill (pow, pow, pow)
Lost bro in the field, die before I [?]
Slither through my hub, got a pink landscape
Throw them racks high G (I ain't talking landscape)
Blow your whole block down, brodi on a rampage
Getting patched up for a rack, that's a bandaid, yeah
Ayy shoota gang, shoota gang
Cube full of water, thats my motherfucking scuba chain
Lost the real ones in the box, but a few remain
We gon’ go ham in they honor and my mama go insane
Fucking with it, yeah I’m fucking with it
Hunnid on each one in this clique how I’m coming with it
They don't get here before I do, then I’m dumping with it
Put that on drako world, bitch chuck district
[Chorus: 28AV]
Red lambo, blue lambo, shoota gang
Doors go up, slides go back, shoota gang
She look up, eyes go back, shoota gang
Bitch we on the shoota gang, bitch we on the shoota gang
I ain't beefing with no rats, boy you suckas can have that
If I get on with the bag, my brother gon have that
All that rapping ‘bout choppas but is you gon’ clap that
All that big talking like you want it, but why you backtrack