[Verse 1: Backstreet TK]
Let that led hit him
His brother finna be dead with him
That rapper be snitchin gotta kill em before the feds get him
We stick em up
Ambulance slide but they can't pick him up
He tried to run and got shot guess that n***a wasn't fit enough
Them n***as dead that shit come from tweeting on the gram
Like Dr. Seuss i be chasing green and going ham
You can't dodge these bullets fuck n***a you ain't around
If i up the Glock ima shoot until this bitch jam

[Verse 2: 9lokkNine]
I told em blow some
You lil fuck n***as ain't on none
Jump shot Reggie Miller if i shoot then im gon score somе
Gun a whole hunnit
Pull up on him drop a whole hunnit
They thinking wе went fishing cuz them jit got none but poles on em
Quack a duck whack a duck reel em in you know we roll something
Black as fuck my diamonds dirty dance if [?] on em
I wish a n***a would what's in my pants have the cops running
He think he iron man but my lil steel would change the start on it

[Verse 3: Backstreet TK]
Hit the side street but i fuck his main hoe
Choppa make a pussy n***a dance watch him tango
762 hit his head bust his mango
If you ain't tryna fuck i don't even know why you came hoe
Oh you a gang hoe
You want a name hoe
Me and Dizzle sliding through the city that's my bang bro
If i catch him stretch a n***a ain't that's what we came for
If them crackas pick me up i swear i don't know thing hoe
[Verse 4: 9lokkNine]
I don't know a thing bitch
You know i stain shit
I be in my range jit
They know my aim sick
He wanna be just like 9
But i ain't Calvin Cambridge
Forgies on the lex truck
We get shit [?]
Leave him on a stretcher
That how he left huh
That choppa gon disect some
We like to wet stuff
Ain't known for being extra
But i act up
Rock out by myself i don't need no fucking back up

[Verse 5: Backstreet TK]
I don't need no fucking back up for me to spin
If they out and i miss ima spin again
9 shoot im coming right behind him just like 10

[Verse 6: 9lokkNine]
I told Backstreet if he act up ima sin again
These n***as actors call them pirates of the carribbean
I fucked a pisces tryna wife me ain't no settling
[Verse 7: Backstreet TK]
I got my gun in all this [?] i brought this metal in
I told him hold it down lil thug we not wrestling

[Verse 8: 9lokkNine]
Undertaker take you under boy you under me
No OKC i brought that thunder when that metal spit
I be [?] one and its comforting
Confident n***as know that i got confidence

[Verse 9: Backstreet TK]
Me and Nine in the booth boy its too much sauce
He play receiver catching bullets just like Randy Moss
Bitch i ain't Kriss why the fuck these n***as tryna Kross
If they play send Foulout to knock him off

[Verse 10: 9lokkNine]
Foulout n***as i we fuck with Sosa
We hit yo house and we flipping yo lil sofa
Ain't no arrogance but i don't need no fucking shofer
That hoe came around and i fed her to the vultures
Im only 20 but my cougar bitch older
I beat her down then she throw me in a stroller
This marijuanna reakin man this shit got lil odor