[Intro: Perm]
Boom, boom
N***as know
Trust me, D6, D6

[Chorus: Grizzy]
Talk about skengs in a four door truck
Man I've been about on the Hill
Never seen that four door come (Never)
Trynna bring racks in the bando
Then I count all that up (Grizzy One Fiddy)
Them n***as are bootin' and missin'
But they're rappin' all that crud
Everybody gon' get bun (Get bun)
They wanna be cool with the crew (Move, move)
Them n***as ain't getting no money
They rap about two and a Q (Dickhead)
Talk about man they shot
But really we do it to you (Do it to you)
I don't really talk just shoot
I might see you on the news
I might see you on the news

[Verse 1: Grizzy]
All my young boys love juk (Juk, juk, juk)
If I have my hands on the MAC
Believe me, you'll hear that whoosh (Whoosh)
Them n***as are rappin' but lyin'
But I'm really here in the hood (Deya)
Seen a opp boy get shot, seen a opp boy get juk (Juk)
Can't see them man on the street
But they're doin' all that rap (All that rap)
Most of them mandem are neeks
Should've stayed in school like Zac (Lil' Zac)
All my youngers are savage
They're cattin' to grab on the steel
Got a bando in cunch
And I got a bando on the Hill
Opp n***as-opp n***as talk about us
But we don't really talk about them
Juk, juk from a young age
How I got all this rep
Most of them man have been shot
But they wan' talk on net (Jokeman)
Still walk with the skeng on me
You can get corned like Tev (Bow)
Seen a boy run with his juk
Seen a boy run with his mash (Move, move)
If a opp boy try diss me you can get bun like Zac
Still in the-still in the bando in Tulse
I'm in love with the cash (Grizzy One Fiddy)
That n***a got corn in his arm
The other got one in his hat (Real shit)
[Verse 2: Perm]
On the Drive with the guys, won't lack
Drill a truck, make that shit crash (Skrr)
Roll the window down from the back seat
Bet I see bare n***as dash (Runnin' legs)
Get a round of applause for these n***as
Man don't chat, man clap (Boom, bow)
Got my young G's out in the dinger
Skeng moving like Mad Max (Skeng)
In the back with Ted, with Kay
Man tryna trap, trap, trap (Get guwop)
Get blammed on the mains in the face
My n***a tryna take off hats (Fuckboys)
Never seen him in the field, plus that n***a got shanked
And they talk about lyin' on YouTube
Don't let me talk 'bout facts
Get a man down with the broom or hand ting
Boom, boom, boom (Boom)
In the trap, man's sittin' with cats
Chillin' with bare drug fumes (Trap, trap)
Them man don't wanna spill no juice
Just rap 'pon tunes (Chatty ting)
Get the drop when Pacman about
Man'll just drill that too (Brrr)
Hella chat from my shotty
Boom, bow, man I still do it with two (N***as know)
Already drilled up his boss
Mind how you chat, man'll drill that too
Put shit on my name
Fuck man's friends 'cause they're smokin' food (Fuck n***as)
Free my right hand S
Can't forget V, man, free him too (Boom, bow, free S)
[Verse 3: M Dargg]
From the A with the guys they know
And they just wan' twitter man (I ain't into that)
On the other side with that big guy
Three shots, man lick a man (Duh, duh, duh)
YM dip-dip a man
Hold three shots, three dots, that's a different tan (Boom, boom)
In the cut, bare skrrt-skrrt-skrrt when man with Clippa Dan
It's big Dargg, I'm on fire with my young guys
They move green like frog
They're like, "Dargg, opps wan' kill your ting"
I'm like, "rah, them man just talk" (Just talk)
We ain't into talk, we don't really talk too much
We don't really talk, just walk (Just walk)
Grizzy on mains, Jazo couple UpTop
Man knockin' on your door wagwan

[Verse 4: Black]
Them man don't want smoke, clipper, I get the thirty (Clipper)
Trap all week in the bando, n***a, I get that
Fours of each, I break it down and stack that (Stack that)
They say they're bangin', brudda, they just rap that (Rappers)
Call me Billy, dotty on me like I'm a hillbilly (Billy)
Ride broad day, "Ash I don't see nothin'"
Fuck it let's go Hilly, I need to catch me a opp pack (Opp pack)
86, what? 'Round here mandem have to K that
Tin face, Wiper, young boys been cattin' to spray that (Young boys)
I don't rap, I just trap
Ramesha on my hip so I don't lack (Never)
Juk, juk, juk, juk, juk, man just juk him
Free the guys, free the team
Damn I miss 'em
17 gang man's shoot start itchin'
(17 gang man's shoot start itchin')
[Chorus: Grizzy]
Talk about skengs in a four door truck
Man I've been about on the Hill
Never seen that four door come (Never)
Trynna bring racks in the bando
Then I count all that up (Grizzy One Fiddy)
Them n***as are bootin' and missin'
But they're rappin' all that crud
Everybody gon' get bun (Get bun)
They wanna be cool with the crew (Move, move)
Them n***as ain't getting no money
They rap about two and a Q (Dickhead)
Talk about man they shot
But really we do it to you (Do it to you)
I don't really talk just shoot
I might see you on the news
I might see you on the news