[Intro: Lil Zay Osama]
(Ayo, Tusk, you goin' crazy)
N***a (Vxsma)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama]
Whole hood, fuckin' 'em up
Runnin' up, yeah, lil' n***a, I'm hundred and up
What we doin' to the opps? Shit, fuckin' 'em up
Shit, what if that's her friend? She fuck bro, I was fuckin' her
Them n***as plottin', they tryna catch me while I'm comin' up
How you crash on a chase? Them n***as dumb as fuck
I can't give no passes 'cause they wouldn't have if it was one of us
Point to the brokest in the city, it ain't none of us

[Verse 1: Lil Zay Osama]
Yeah, bet they gettin' money if they rock with me
Yeah, bitch, this Cough Syrup, I don't rock Dickie
Yeah, I heard that boy a mouse, he a prop Mickey
Baby, if you ain't an eight and up, then we cannot kick it
Hot boys, hot cars, n***a, hot bitches
That bitch can't be from the streets if her shit not tinted
I can hit the switch and switch whips, this bitch not rented
Even your kids lookin' up to me, bitch, I'm the hood minion
Take them bitches out, ridin' in them strikers, that shit not P
How you say you gettin' cheese, but you can't buy no SRT?
Dracos, mini mircos, Blackouts, and ARPs
I ain't gotta wait 'til the video done, this here'll clear the whole scene
Give a broke n***a that pussy, bae, you weak
I'ma see the bitch you don't like, fly her out for 'bout a week
I might Rick the bitch down, I done dicked the bitch down
I might hit the bitch again on the nights you ain't around
I might slide on my opps when I land back in town
Take my ghetto bitch on Michigan and let her shop around
Yeah, packs comin' in, bro 'nem gettin' off
Rap money good, I ain't got no problem trickin' off, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama & Mello Buckzz]
Whole hood, fuckin' 'em up
Runnin' up, yeah, lil' n***a, I'm hundred and up
What we doin' to the opps? Shit, fuckin' 'em up
Shit, what if that's her friend? She fuck bro, I was fuckin' her
Them n***as plottin', they tryna catch me while I'm comin' up
How you crash on a chase? Them n***as dumb as fuck
I can't give no passes 'cause they wouldn't have if it was one of us
Point to the brokest in the city, it ain't none of us (Uh)

[Verse 2: Mello Buckzz]
Whole hood been gettin' bucks and we been fuckin' n***as up (We been fuckin' n***as up)
We up the score from where we stood on, n***a, none of this ain't luck (None of this ain't luck)
Ain't no back and forth with n***as, if it's beef, he gettin' chucked (No back and forth)
We could've got the easy opp, we lookin' for n***as that duck (The ones that what?)
Duck, duck, goose, we tappin' heads, you better hope it just ain't you (You better hope)
We hit up all the old opps, but we still put shit on the news (Put shit on the news)
And ain't no playin' both sides, better think smarter when you choose (Better think smart)
You with them n***as, huh? Your ass gon' get drenched with they ass too (Gon' get drenched with they ass too)
Uh, backdoors, get you wiped nose, hope you n***as know (Uh, uh, hope you know)
ARPs up in SRTs, watch 'em hit the floor (Hit the floor)
Still'll clear the crowd without a switch, we got plenty poles (Uh-uh, uh-uh, plenty poles)
Bodies drop that ain't nobody know and we got plenty more, huh (Pretty Opp)

[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama]
Whole hood, fuckin' 'em up
Runnin' up, yeah, lil' n***a, I'm hundred and up
What we doin' to the opps? Shit, fuckin' 'em up
Shit, what if that's her friend? She fuck bro, I was fuckin' her
Them n***as plottin', they tryna catch me while I'm comin' up
How you crash on a chase? Them n***as dumb as fuck
I can't give no passes 'cause they wouldn't have if it was one of us
Point to the brokest in the city, it ain't none of us
[Outro: Lil Zay Osama]
Yeah, n***a
Point to the brokest n***a in the city, n***a
You know it ain't us, n***a
N***as know we get money, we been runnin' this shit up, n***a
Ayy, n***as know they ain't fuckin' with us, n***a
What we doin', gang? Glah