[Intro]
Fuck that white boy (you put me on?)
Yeah yeah yeah, [?]
There's a white boy [?]
You putting on for the city blood? (Well I'm out here, I'm outside!)
Can't be standin' in the hood with no pistol like us, blood (need to tap real with us!)
Fuck that (Who he think he is)
Need to tap in with us more, mothafuckas don't like that shit
Ayy juce, let me know sum

[Verse 1]
When it come to my city on the most term
Do Patek on yo' bitch, she a lil' flirt (ah)
Fuck this rap shit blood, then I Lil Durk
You might be slick, but you ain't gangsta without that pole
I can tell can't fight, you move too slow
Suckas are cappin', boy you ain't got no aims
I know you faggots jealous, tell me I ain't got no friends
Big ace what we throwin', ain't nothin' lеss
Plenty land for the races if you wanna tеst
Come and tap in with the folks, you could be the guest
I don't miss the grand beef, on screenshot
I'm throwin' Santa Claus, red beam, green dot
I'm from a land where you stand on what you speak on
Don't forget to tie laces, put your cleats on
How you gon' be a stepper, you ain't crawl yet
How you gon' beat up, you ain't fall yet
[Chorus]
You ain't catch a body boy, you just shot and ran
Couldn't deal with it huh, had to pop a xan
Well we do standovers on these anchovies
I'm with the sharks doing skids in them van stovies
You ain't catch a body boy, you just shot and ran
Couldn't deal with it huh, had to pop a xan
Well we do standovers on these anchovies
I'm with the sharks doing skids in them van stovies

[Verse 2]
How you work during peace unless you bleed throughout
Can't trust none of these hoes, for peace cross your bro
Two sticks when I go, like skis in the snow
Why that sucka talking when the pressing bet he gon' fall
You lil' local cats touching fur, see 'em coming, haul it in
Bitch I sacrifice a lot, this ain't overnight nah
G's crossing morgues, boy they come hoarded
Cats sound like a jet when I call starting
All line in the trenches, keep your nose guarded
Keep one in the oven, she got postpartum (say what)
Feed 'em to the wolves, yeah my folks starving (huh)
Imma feed 'em to the wolves, yeah my folks starving (ah)
Bitch give me a lil' tequila, overrated
Straight up out that soufside, you know we most hated (south)
If it's wack, when you know when we cold casing
If it's juggin' then we might just fuckin' prorate it (yeah)
[Chorus]
You ain't catch a body boy, you just shot and ran
Couldn't deal with it huh, had to pop a xan
Well we do standovers on these anchovies (skrt)
I'm with the sharks doing skids in them van stovies (skrt)
You ain't catch a body boy, you just shot and ran
Couldn't deal with it huh, had to pop a xan
Well we do standovers on these anchovies
I'm with the sharks doing skids in them van stovies (woah)

[Outro/Interlude]
That's why we catching sand though
He think he the king of Seattle! Fuck that!
No I don't really feel like that but I just wanna let you know what they catching sound brodi
There ain't no mothafuckin king of Seattle! The fuck?
That's what they're saying about you brodi, tap in
Yeah I know he wouldn't be this but fuck that shit, I don't give a fuck
They don't like that shit