[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk]
Woo (Gang, gang)
Ah (Gang, brrah)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk]
That's my motherfuckin' blooda (Turn up, gang, that's my motherfuckin' brother)
That's my motherfuckin' blooda (Boom, boom, boom, that's my motherfuckin' brother)
That's my motherfuckin' blooda (Gang, gang, that's my motherfuckin' blooda)
That's my motherfuckin' blooda (Ayy, Tee, that's my motherfuckin' blooda)
Ah (Brrah)
A lot of vultures, a lot of grizzlies (Gang, brrah)
A lot of vultures, a lot of grizzlies (Ah, boom, doo-doo-doo-doo)
A lot of vultures, a lot of grizzlies (Ah, turn up, gang)
A lot of vultures, a lot of grizzlies (Gang, gang, brrah)
That's my motherfuckin' blooda (That's my motherfuckin' brother, brrah)
That's my motherfuckin' blooda (That's my motherfuckin' brother, brrah)
That's my motherfuckin' blooda (That's my motherfuckin' blooda, brrah)
That's my motherfuckin' blooda (That's my motherfuckin' blooda, gang, gang, brrah), ah

[Verse 1: Lil Durk & Tee Grizzley]
My bloodas'll take his dreads off with a headshot (Brr, baow)
Dead off association 'cause he ain't dead (Turn up, D.O.A.)
Free Boona 'cause he got jammed up and ain't sayin' nothin' (Free the real)
Even though I was on parole, gotta keep it on me (Ah, ah)

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk]
These n***as think they so hard (What?), pull they whole card (Where they at?)
Twin Glocks blow his toes off, knock his clothes off (Baow, baow, brrah)
Hundred racks in my Goyard, restin' so long (Turn up, racks)
Bitches can't come in here unless they cut they phones off (Gang, gang)
[Verse 3: Lil Durk & Tee Grizzley]
Homie you fuck with Booka
Put that on Tooka (On Shondale, boom)
Rob who? I be with all the robbers and shooters (Brrah)
So don't front your move (Dummies)
My lil' shorty gon' scoom (You dummy)
If that forty go "rrah" (Dummy)
Four-five must go "boom" (Brrah, ah, ah)

[Verse 4: Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk]
Please don't try to play hard, get your face sparked
Zo got twenty bodies, bitch, it's a graveyard (Gang, gang, let's go)
N***as playin' on that Instagram, better log off (Let's get it, Ls)
Use your head, AR pistol hit it, it's gon' fall off (Grrah, grrah)

[Verse 5: Lil Durk]
Gun charge, wish I got it dropped (Damn), let them Ks off (Okay)
So hard, had some dime bags, look like eight balls (Let's get it)
Put a bag, all on his head, he get paid off
Lay low, if he cut his dreads, knock his fade off (Gang, grrah, grrah)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk]
That's my motherfuckin' blooda (Turn up, gang, that's my motherfuckin' brother)
That's my motherfuckin' blooda (Boom, boom, boom, that's my motherfuckin' brother)
That's my motherfuckin' blooda (Gang, gang, that's my motherfuckin' blooda)
That's my motherfuckin' blooda (Ayy, Tee, that's my motherfuckin' blooda)
Ah (Brrah)
A lot of vultures, a lot of grizzlies (Gang, brrah)
A lot of vultures, a lot of grizzlies (Ah, boom, doo-doo-doo-doo)
A lot of vultures, a lot of grizzlies (Ah, turn up, gang)
A lot of vultures, a lot of grizzlies (Gang, gang, brrah)
That's my motherfuckin' blooda (That's my motherfuckin' brother, brrah)
That's my motherfuckin' blooda (That's my motherfuckin' brother, brrah)
That's my motherfuckin' blooda (That's my motherfuckin' blooda, brrah)
That's my motherfuckin' blooda (That's my motherfuckin' blooda, gang, gang, brrah), ah