[Intro]
(Yo, Adb, this beat go crazy)
(Yo, GG, turn it up)

[Chorus: Top5]
If you hang with my opps, you gon' die with 'em
I be in the woods with them wassas, we gon' slide with 'em
Baby I don't do no drive bys, I rather walk and get 'em
Free my n***a FB, I did time with him
Baby come and smoke clutch, with the mandem
If he ever talk sick, we gon' send him there
Juicy that's my blood bro, like Flip and them
We ain't stoppin' this war till we get all of them

[Verse 1: Top5]
She ain't with the shit for the internet
Dumb bitch 5 ain't into that
I walk up, give a n***a head tap
Top talkin', n***a, don't check the stats
How you say five? Don't get closе
But me and hundred always off the stеndo
Bad bitches always on commando
She got a fat ass but she can't keep it on the low

[Verse 2: Why G]
Baby come and smoke dubs, wit' the cronem
Ran through so many guns, I never sold them
.40 Cal for my protection, I call it Trojan
Walk inside my trap house, it look Gunjan
Don't talk about no racks, you never seen a hundred
He movin' bad, he got smoked, a repercussion
A fifty drum it take eight minutes just to stuff it
I get up close and then I bake 'em just like muffins
I [?] really don't know why, I think I'm rushin'
And he don't even got no bodies, he got nothin'
I treat my brothers better than I treat my cousins
[?]
[Chorus: Top5]
If you hang with my opps, you gon' die with 'em
I be in the woods with them wassas, we gon' slide with 'em
Baby I don't do no drive bys, I rather walk and get 'em
Free my n***a FB, I did time with him
Baby come and smoke clutch, with the mandem
If he ever talk sick, we gon' send him there
Juicy that's my blood bro, like Flip and them
We ain't stoppin' this war till we get all of them

[Verse 3: Asian Doll]
Ay, if you hangin' with them opp bitches, ay just say that
I don't play that
Bitches hate because I'm on it, yeah they know that
Ain't met a bitch like this
You ain't never seen a brick on a young bitch wrist
[?] just to match my fifty [?]
Bro clutching on that 30 he ready
Any n***a act tough get buried
[?]
Sticks, Mula, AR, Steady
Demons huntin'
We screamin', don't trip, don't run
Sixteen when I bust my gun
Opp ass n***a get killed for the fun
If you dissin' you gon' die
See that pain up in my eye
I lost n***as on that drop
We put n***as in the sky
If you hang, you picked your side you claim
Ay this Mac ain’t got no aim
All these n***as want is fame
So we spray, that’s on gang
[Chorus: Top5]
If you hang with my opps, you gon' die with 'em
I be in the woods with them wassas, we gon' slide with 'em
Baby I don't do no drive bys, I rather walk and get 'em
Free my n***a FB, I did time with him
Baby come and smoke clutch, with the mandem
If he ever talk sick, we gon' send him there
Juicy that's my blood bro, like Flip and them
We ain't stoppin' this war till we get all of them