[Intro]
Glizzy, what you cookin' up?

[Verse 1: .223Jerm]
Don't talk to me on some tough shit, lil' bitch
I got 50 rounds loaded in this drum kit
Walk up in yo' house, choppa give 'em face shifts
Cops are lookin' for me, bitch, I'm in a space ship
I-I-I sip on this lean, that be my juice
Bitch, stop bangin' on my set yo' ass is [?]
Bitch, I'm tollin' with a choppa, deuce, deuce
All my n***as got the cannons like the troops
Bitch, I do this juggin, for my daughter
She the Fiji on my wrist, it be the water
If the n***a want some smoke, he turn the fogger
Bitch, I pull up on yo block, I came to conquer

[Verse 2: Maxxkii]
You don't want no smoke, [?]
Don't make me pull that [?] around that motherfuckin' holster
Bitch, I feel like Woody with a snake in my boot
[?], body blade goin' through
Shoutout to 83, bitch, I'm with Jeremiah
N***a you [?]
[?]
Before I fall im'a leave him with damage [?]
You don't [?]
I'ma send them goons, green light, right after you
And they goin' through the damn roof
And the dog with masks, got 'em lookin' like [?]
Aye, ok
Sippin' on lean
It just like capri-sun
You are not kiddin'
You just a re-run
I got some brand new [?]
I'm poppin' percies, [?]
[Verse 3: .223Jerm]
[?] and I ran off with the shit
.40 Smith and Wesson with the [?] clip
Choppa with a beam and a n***a want no mix
Aquafina fresh got my [?] drip drip
Pull up on a block and I let a bitch bang
See me in the hood and I'm yellin' gang gang
Got a Glock [?] hang
N***a try me and I shoot up at yo' mans

[Verse 4: 83HADES]
83
I got a Tech Nine, no Virginia tech
You might end up on this stretcher if this choppa get him wet
100 rounds in the drum, put 'em all in his chest
[?] to the people that I kill lately
Got a lot of cash [?]
Mur-Murder anybody that don't fuck with the new hades
Why you [?] with all of your crew shady
Movin' that weight all day, I don't get lazy
Sha-Shawty give me [?] like I'm all up in the navy
Shawty said my dick is long as the Eiffel
I got big [?] trap for the iPhone
Yeah, them bitches pull up got 'em suckin' [?]
If you [?] my Glock
Yes, I got the SK, yo' ass can get shot
Rollin' 'em a blunt then we smokin' [?] hotbox
Yes, I got a big Glocks
We don't even kick box
Bitch, I like cash in my pockets, fat, rick ross
Tell him he can kick rocks
We can knock ya' shit off
Say hello to my friend, you can meet this big mop