[Intro: YS]
Ayy (Westside, we goin' for the overkill)
Look (Campanella Gang)
(It's your boy DJ Tray)

[Chorus: YS]
We goin' for the overkill
I'm in the field where it's real (Where it's real)
Tote a steel while I'm runnin' up a mil'
Blood, we goin' for the overkill (Overkill)
Heart cold, I don't feel (I don't feel)
Man down, now you know this shit is real (Now you know this shit is real)
Blood, we goin' for the overkill
I'm in the field where it's real (Whole stash)
Tote a steel while I'm runnin' up a mil' (Bands, bands)
Blood, we goin' for the overkill
Heart cold, I don't feel (I don't feel)
Man down, now you know this shit is real
Blood, wе goin' for the overkill

[Verse 1: YS]
Ayy, I'm with some n***as that'll pop up (Pop up)
Pick that mop up and go and clean your whole block up (Clean your whole block up)
Street sweep a n***a whole block with that chop, huh (That chop, huh)
And I'm from Campanella Gang, they can't stop us (Nah)
Pour a four in my Sprite, we don't do the Fanta (Hell nah)
Probably ridin' in the hood in a fuckin' Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Torch a n***a with that nine or that Smith & Wesson (Or that Smith & Wesson)
I'ma give that boy a halo, hope he catch a blessing (Skrrt)
I be thuggin', I be trippin' with convicted felons (Convicted felons)
Man down, headshot, bust a n***a melon
Hit your block with that chop, call it 9/11 (9/11)
We gon' bomb the whole building, man, we like some terrorists (Like some terrorists)
In the set, I'm a vet and that's no queston (No question)
To the opps, I'm a threat with that pole blammin' (Pole blammin')
Slide through, bounce out, we with all that (We with all that)
Catch a n***a slippin', man down in all black (Man down)
[Chorus: YS]
We goin' for the overkill
I'm in the field where it's real (Where it's real)
Tote a steel while I'm runnin' up a mil'
Blood, we goin' for the overkill (Overkill)
Heart cold, I don't feel (I don't feel)
Man down, now you know this shit is real (Now you know this shit is real)
Blood, we goin' for the overkill
I'm in the field where it's real (Whole stash)
Tote a steel while I'm runnin' up a mil' (Bands, bands)
Blood, we goin' for the overkill
Heart cold, I don't feel (I don't feel)
Man down, now you know this shit is real
Blood, we goin' for the overkill

[Verse 2: Rucci]
Ayy, ayy, we goin' for that overkill (Go)
Bullets gon' hit him just like Holyfield (Go, go)
Show him how that 40 feel (How that 40 feel)
I'm off drugs, so you know the deal (What?)
Holy moly, swear I'm a shooter like Kobe
Okay, like right now I'm strapped in the booth with a yop (Go)
Had to pipe down the white down, it turned me to a shotta
Got my ice out, you reach for my shit, it's a problem (What?)
Blocka (What?), blocka (What?), blocka (Go, go)
Spill a four of Wock' on my jeans, I'm an addict (Huh?)
Dawg, this an S 450, I might crash it (Skrrt, skrrt)
If I seen an opp, then I'm hopping out in traffic (Take off)
Ayy, I'm with White John, we in the game like Madden
You walk around strapless, callin' YS like, "What's brackin'?"
From Bompton to Inglewood, I'm somethin' like a savage (Savage)
Toe taggin' (Ayy, what?), bodybaggin' (Bodybaggin')
'Bout that 187 like my daddy
[Chorus: YS]
We goin' for the overkill
I'm in the field where it's real (Where it's real)
Tote a steel while I'm runnin' up a mil'
Blood, we goin' for the overkill (Overkill)
Heart cold, I don't feel (I don't feel)
Man down, now you know this shit is real (Now you know this shit is real)
Blood, we goin' for the overkill
I'm in the field where it's real (Whole stash)
Tote a steel while I'm runnin' up a mil' (Bands, bands)
Blood, we goin' for the overkill
Heart cold, I don't feel (I don't feel)
Man down, now you know this shit is real
Blood, we goin' for the overkill

[Outro: YS]
We goin' for the over—