[Intro: Eli Fross]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Falayo, falayo, falayo, falayo
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
You know the drill, Fross

[Chorus: Eli Fross]
Uh, like what? Who that?
Boy talkin' tough, he get put on his neck
Get stressed, too tact'
My .40 don't jam, yeah, it only go blast
With this Jenny, it get active
First name, "Henny," and last name "Action"
Said what? He cappin'
Suckin' that dick 'til lil' bro blast him

[Verse 1: Eli Fross]
I really go do what I rappin' if I stop doin' this music (Uh-uh)
The scammers the ones that be clappin', shooters the ones that be shootin' (Uh-uh)
The bitches the ones that be passin', know that my heart is confusin' (Uh-uh)
I really go do what I rappin' if I stop doin' this music (Uh-uh)
Like what? Uh, talk out your mouth, get punched
Uh, and please, don't talk about shootеrs (Uh)
'Cause all of my shooters is clutch
Are you dumb? Bеtter run
Uh, you know that we shootin' for fun
You know that this clip hold thirty, so thirty gon' come out my gun (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Bridge: Eli Fross]
We spin your block like three deep, send shots, put a opp n***a on a T.V., ayy
Put a opp n***a in PC, free all my guys at the Rock makin' movies, ayy
Even John Cena can't see me
12 on my ass, take a trip to the Peace streets, ay
Bro go steppin' with the GC
Make one call, yeah, put a n***a six feet, ayy

[Verse 2: Eli Fross]
Glocks, shooters comin' at your top
Free the M8V3RS it's a must
Free my brothers off the Rock
Locked, not, foreign shit never stop
Think I got some red bottoms (Uh)
After steppin' on his top (Uh, uh, uh)
Bae, pay attention, all of my n***as be really wit' it
When we come through, we slidin', we hittin' n***as
And these bullets be flyin' all through the distance
Look, and we fuckin' the baddest bitches
And they lookin' all pretty but get to clickin'
When the liquor get in them, they start to sinnin' (Blatt)
Yeah, they really wit' it

[Verse 3: Fredo Bang]
Yeah, put a n***a straight on his back, if he try to run, he gon' land on his face
Think I'm a vampire, ever since I got blood, I just need me a taste
I'm with them soldiers
Got fifties and .30s and switches on Dracs
He think it's over, I just got the lo', we gon' make it a day
Big stepper, really 'bout business, we stressed last time I played
Big repper, I put him down, his brother still mad to this day
A devil, my Glock from Australia, you better check on your mate
I'm nothin' like Adam and Eve, I'ma cut the head off a snake
These n***as be actin' like Broadway, we shoot 'em down up in broad day
I'ma keep it on my side 'til my hip ache, the clip a foot long like Subway
I'm a lil' demon, for real (Huh), These n***as just be stuntin'
How you turned up to a fully? Huh, I get a picture, lil' buddy
[Chorus: Eli Fross]
Uh, like what? Who that?
Boy talkin' tough, he get put on his neck
Get stressed, too tact;
My 40 don't jam, yeah, it only go blast
With this Jenny, it get active
First name, "Henny," and last name "Action"
Said what? He cappin'
Suckin' that dick 'til lil' bro blast him