[Intro]
(Drumma)
(Phxraoh, what the fuck?)

[Chorus: Peysoh]
Don't come around and try to kick, gotta put in work
N***as ain't troopin', only active when they off a Perc'
All my n***as killers, they on go if I say the word
Slide down his block, do jawns and leave his mama hurt
Lost my dad, lost my soul, that's in night two
Real life demon, quick to play, don't make me light you
And we got fullies for the Tysons, I'm like, "Fight who?"
Big-ass yopper on my lap, don't let it bite you

[Verse 1: Peysoh]
I got pride, I'll be damned I gave his ass a pass
Opp n***as up in the comments, that shit just make me laugh
Like, where's your boy? We left him home, he buried under grass
Quarantine killers, you n***as should've stayed up in class

[Verse 2: Rucci]
Ayy, RuccDawg Baby in this bitch once again (In this bitch once again)
Two twin Glocks, them my motherfuckin' friends (Them my motherfuckin' friends)
N***a kept talkin', caught a bullet to his chin (Bah)
Yellin', "Fuck the opps," I'm from Inglewood ends (I'm from Inglewood, Inglewood)
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I get it in (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, pull up in the Benz (Go, ayy, what you got?)
Glock boy like I'm TeeJaee (Like I'm TeeJaee, what?)
Bought an AK for my B-day (For my)
Tell 'em don't worry 'bout the bill like a prepay (Huh?)
Fuckin' on my bitch, pass her off like a relay (Like a relay)
Free Don Don, just talked to him on three-way
Fast track, gettin' good dome on the freeway (Ayy, go)
[Chorus: Peysoh]
Don't come around and try to kick, gotta put in work
N***as ain't troopin', only active when they off a Perc'
All my n***as killers, they on go if I say the word
Slide down his block, do jawns and leave his mama hurt
Lost my dad, lost my soul, that's in night two
Real life demon, quick to play, don't make me light you
And we got fullies for the Tysons, I'm like, "Fight who?"
Big-ass yopper on my lap, don't let it bite you

[Verse 3: Rucci]
Ayy, ayy, give a fuck if he dead, free whoever did it
Almost smoked the old lady 'cause that bitch wasn't with it
If you snitched in a jail, you shouldn't get a visit
N***a, it ain't hard to tell you was raised around bitches
I done fell in love with them Glockies and switches (With them Glockies and switches)
Bodeine baby, I be Wockeisha sippin'
Pull up in the drop without the top, it went missin'
Still in the trenches poppin' at the bitches
Free my lil' n***a Peysoh, gang, gang
Young n***a slidin' in the AMG with eight chains
I'm the truth and he the motherfuckin' answer
Ridin' with a blammer, call from the slammer

[Chorus: Peysoh]
Don't come around and try to kick, gotta put in work
N***as ain't troopin', only active when they off a Perc'
All my n***as killers, they on go if I say the word
Slide down his block, do jawns and leave his mama hurt
Lost my dad, lost my soul, that's in night two
Real life demon, quick to play, don't make me light you
And we got fullies for the Tysons, I'm like, "Fight who?"
Big-ass yopper on my lap, don't let it bite you