[Intro]
Kids next door
Ay, look

[Verse 1: Bagz]
Look, we got Glocks we got chops
Keep stick up in my pop
Bet I do a n***a greasy ain’t gon play wit it
Bet that bag y’all go crazy
You know Glocks don’t got no safety, I do a n***a wrong
That’s on my baby n***a
We get the bag and bring it home, money get me in my mode
How Reesy trippin’ bout his shit if I say get him
N***as dying everyday, I gotta keep it on my waist
When you out here in the field it ain’t safe n***a

[Verse 2: DB.Boutabag]
I’m Boutabag ain’t gotta ask, she got ass, she got cash
I might just try to have a baby with the bitch
One wrong move we do you shady
On my lane goin’ baby
Ain’t no talkin’ goin brazy with them sticks n***a
All this dark in my cup, smoke gelonade ain’t no runts
I paid close to three hunnid for this zip n***a
I’m Boutabag bitch don’t judge
I’m with the thugs we off drugs
Lil n***a better not mug in this bitch with us
[Verse 3: Dada]
Hе got Glocks, we got chops and this stick Hold a line watchin’ out for the roads, I’m bеndin’ blocks wit it
I been a boy since a youngin’
No pole, I was thumpin’
One thing I was told, no runnin’ n***a
I lost my brother got me sick and it’s why I stay on tip
I play it smooth off the hip with a grip attached
I remember we was OT, Jodye took him out his teeth
And he ain’t get it back

[Outro]
And he ain’t get it back
And he ain’t get it back