[Intro: Producer Tags]
Project X
SJ

[Chorus]
Three Hunna on the opp block six double o for the dottz
Real-life bad boy I give it to Longz (Hamilton! Hamilton!)
I ain't looking for opps in dreadlock shout out man in the trap
All over the pot fuck the opps onfoenem, Slap that dottz till
The whole things broken, I know them shoot them mandem are
Going (Squad)

[Verse 1]
I'm on the corner selling dope that's in and out a
Fiends home, I was running through with my woes
But you know how that shit go pavement greenlight then pose
We don't put the trap on pause for glides we go in the hood to see Who controls the phone,Hamilton Hamilton spin that gaari
He's a gang king-star like Marlo likе what dem a doing from afar
Though,Come to the block this skеng gon sing like Ricardo crack
Them Treys no Chicago I didn't get to start my day I had to hit one
On India Way, Hit one on South Africa road, now I'm next to the Rangers waryaa Abti blaze him, don't speak on the things you saw I'm not in my Feelings I'm just in my thoughts I'm pleading the fifth I'm against The law I'm tryna make Hooyo proud, But I'm not changing my life Around [?] when you hear that sound bow slap that dottz in the Crowd shoot and miss don't count
I don't have respect for olders I wasn't made to play in the sun
From young, I wanted a gun now I got one tryna tell them come
This tings gonna slap like bums, with the shotgun riding shotgun [?]

[Chorus]
Three Hunna on the opp block six double o for the dottz
Real-life bad boy I give it to Longz (Hamilton! Hamilton!)
I ain't looking for opps in dread-lock shout out man in the trap
All over the pot fuck the opps onfoenem, Slap that dottz till
The whole things broken, I know them shoot them mandem are
Going (Squad)
Three Hunna on the opp block six double o for the dottz
Real-life bad boy I give it to Longz (Hamilton! Hamilton!)
I ain't looking for opps in dreadlock shout out man in the trap
All over the pot fuck the opps onfoenem, Slap that dottz till
The whole things broken, I know them shoot them mandem are
Going (Squad)

[Verse 2]
The Askar drove past me, I unbanked that pack in the car seat Wallahi I fuck with the Malis, I hold opp thots against their will
Why do you think I'm not allowed in parties? His line got robbed Can't talk bout' aunties, Habad in the car she ain't got no clue, I had that yute screaming out don't shoot, fifteen on my hand had bags and cuffs
But I ain't tryna go to the wing can't get no case tryna move to the Gov fuck no sex when I let that bust when I wave and [?]
But imma boss of my block I should've known better MC'S is a well-Known stepper when he bops with his shank like Steppa

[Chorus]
Three Hunna on the opp block six double o for the dottz
Real-life bad boy I give it to Longz (Hamilton! Hamilton!)
I ain't looking for opps in dread-lock shout out man in the trap
All over the pot fuck the opps onfoenem, Slap that dottz till
The whole things broken, I know them shoot them mandem are
Going (Squad)

Three Hunna on the opp block six double o for the dottz
Real-life bad boy I give it to Longz (Hamilton! Hamilton!)
I ain't looking for opps in dread-lock shout out man in the trap
All over the pot fuck the opps onfoenem, Slap that dottz till
The whole things broken, I know them shoot them mandem are
Going (Squad)
[Outro: Producer Tags]
SJ