[Chorus 1: H-B Fox]
I'm too tact, got no control on me (Facts)
If I see a BD n***a, get shot, that's how it's supposed to be
Too Elite, AK-47's stay right next to me
Move discreet, if he tryna creep up, let my O release

[Verse 1: H-B Fox]
Blow on Scrapp, dead opp pack
OBlock gang, you know where i'm at
115th, know your street, shoot a bitch right in his bean
I'm outside, 30. on me, you can't hide (On God)
Pull out gang, we go stupid everyday
Chicago baby, never on safety, I protect my lady
I'm callin' her baby, she wanna date me, we on a hunt for a Sadie
I shoot like Brady, hop out the V, and this shit goin' brazy
She want the Louie, and she wanna bait me
Fly to L'A, now yo shit gettin' 3-pieced, gang

[Verse 2: Memo600]
It's-It's OBlock nation
Pull up on me, then ya shit getting drated
I'm on the double S, right on Chicago
He wanna dance, I'm with the G-Lock, like
I'm bringin' Tooka to OBlock, it's every second, we smokin' a dead opp
It's like, way too many different Opp blocks
We take the time, turn yo shit into Bedrock
We got Draco's and shit, I ain't with beef, but they playin' and shit
If you hear more than 5, just start prayin' and shit
When my opps say too much, they indicted and shit (Look)
Marco dissin', now he dead (Marcy)
If I catch Leeboy, get fed
How many n***as got shot in they top?
Goofy got hit in his top, and they fled
[Verse 3: H-B Fox]
Talk on J-Money, get left on the block
Never did shit, so we spin on yo block
He all on the O, go get back for your mans
Scrapp got fucked up, doin' the dance
Shondale got left, where was the bus?
Why do y'all n***as be lookin' for us?
We smokin' y'all homies, don't give no fuck
And they pullin' up on me, we leavin' a scar, Memo hop out, he gon' flash the AR
It's K'V on my neck, and them Rollie's is Large
If he a BD, let's make him a star
Please do not test me, Just know i'm the O
Free all my homies, we savin' the show
N***as tryna run down, we ain't showin' remorse
Bibby get's smoked on, y'all n***as know

[Verse 4: Memo600]
If a n***a try me, he get tried back
And these bitches is thot's, I can't fuck that
Couple bullets in clips, if he say that it's lit, then I might just go fuck up the Opp block
2.5 Hollows all up in the Booth, them n***as know what the OBlock n***as really do
He can't jack FlossyWoo, I'm in Brooklyn, fuck a 22, n***as really mook
N***as that's jackin' Tooka, they get sent to Tooka
When I'm done, I go look for his brother
EBTK, Lil n***a, I ain't playin'
Call up HB, tryna teach you a lesson
I got a Choppa, n***a, Smith & Wesson
9ine in my lungs, shouldn't've been out there disrespectin'
Don't get ya haircut, might turn into Kevin
I ain't gon' speak on the n***as I stretchered (On God)
[Chorus 2: H-B Fox]
I'm too tact, got no control on me (Baow)
If I see a BD n***a, get shot, that's how it's supposed to be (BDK, On God)
Too Elite, AK 47's stay right next to me (AK)
Move discreet, if he tryna creep up, let my O release