[Intro]
Duh-na, duh-duh, uh

[Chorus: Polo G]
Shots fired, this bitch bustin', red zone my area
Had to put the hood up on my back, like, "Who gon' carry us?"
One thing I know for a fact, this shit get scarier
Have 'em wishin' they can get 'em back, get turned to fairy dust
Highway, I'm in Cali' cruisin' in a Bentley
Bye, bae, but just come and shoot me, if you miss me
Nowadays n***as just be goofy, it's too risky
Fly away, she gon' wanna choose me in Givenchy

[Verse 1: Polo G]
Uh, why this bitch keep askin' me to send her flowers?
Uh, why you mad I gave her dick? That bitch is ours
Say, I'm broken, I ain't havin' shit, he sniffin' powder
Treadmill, how I been runnin' up this shit for hours
But this wasn't overnight, let's stop and take it back some years
We had spots in jail cells before we had careers
And I know a cold-hearted come with savage tears
Had to play my own part, and bitch, that's why I'm here
Life game, no, you can't just quit when shit get difficult
Dice games, heard he lost his life, this shit got physical
Feel like life lame, 'cause I just miss my dawg, wish I was here with you
For you I'm gon' ball, me and them soldiers who you livin' through
[Chorus: Polo G]
Shots fired, this bitch bustin', red zone my area
Had to put the hood up on my back, like, "Who gon' carry us?"
One thing I know for a fact, this shit get scarier
Have 'em wishin' they can get 'em back, get turned to fairy dust
Highway, I'm in Cali' cruisin' in a Bentley
Bye, bae, but just come and shoot me, if you miss me
Nowadays n***as just be goofy, it's too risky
Fly away, she gon' wanna choose me in Givenchy

[Verse 2: Scorey]
Uh, on 'em cold nights, when I feel summer breeze
And I'm ridin' with them soldiers just like the marines
Gave your heart up, it's gon' fold you when they up, and leave
All them losses hurt my self-esteem, I couldn't grieve, damn
Payed a stack for these designer jeans, Amiri these pants
.40 shells, jump out the XB, [?] for the weekend
In the streets gone solve a homicide, the police can't
Grandma said, "But, he ain't qualified 'til I see 'em blam"
They keep calling ODA to come and save him, it's a drum
Play the wrong, and now it's blood on top the pavement, spillin' out
Try to run, now it's red lasers on his scout
I just play the crib instead, it's dangerous when I'm out
I got a call, they said, "It's—"

[Chorus: Polo G]
Shots fired, this bitch bustin', red zone my area
Had to put the hood up on my back, like, "Who gon' carry us?"
One thing I know for a fact, this shit get scarier
Have 'em wishin' they can get 'em back, get turned to fairy dust
Highway, I'm in Cali' cruisin' in a Bentley
Bye, bae, but just come and shoot me, if you miss me
Nowadays n***as just be goofy, it's too risky
Fly away, she gon' wanna choose me in Givenchy