[Verse 1: 3zzy]
I could get easily get you killed in a snap or breather
I told Juan don't forget my line, Louie got 'em for a cheaper
This that shit your mama 'nem gon' feel, you can sing to The Beatles
Y'all pop one of mine, I kill y'all all and we still ain't equal
Homicide, my mama like, "3zzy hang with crazy people"
One day, I might put the strap down, fuck it, taze a n***a
I'ma blow it, it won't take Picasso to paint the picture
Me compared to her baby daddy, I'm her favorite n***a
Yeah, I still fuck with Tay K, but our race is different
H be off that Wock' zooted up, lookin' like a Haitian n***a
Popped a terminator, bro, pour another eighthy in it
We come through and kill them all, lil' bro gon' scrape the witness
Quan said ain't no cap 'bout these racks and he ain't pretendin'
You could call me anything, bitch, but a basic n***a
Let me show the flick of the wrist, they gon' hate a n***a
Sprite lookin' like bro threw Life Savers in it

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Headshots when I spray the K, I don't play with n***as
Two thirties in a twenty, this an eighty in it
How the fuck they gon' survive in that car, I dropped eighty in it
Mitch still'll shoot the crib if it got babies in it
Yeah, I don't play with n***as
I need my money right now, I don't wait on n***as
Bustdown AP and two chains, that's like eighty, n***a
I still'll catch a body with my lady with me
Yeah, my bitch got a Glock too
Headshots, you ain't gon' be able to tell a n***a I shot—
Headshots, you ain't gon' even be able to tell a n***a I shot you
Pussy n***as ain't even bless me when I said hachoo
Bro said he wanna buy a brick, I want a block too
A hundred thousand ain't shit, shit, I got two
Fucked my head up when I seen what that chop do
We just poured so much purple up, it turned the pop blue
[Verse 3: 3zzy]
But have you ever had that feeling?
Like damn, I miss that road, but I can't go back for a minute
They like, "3 be with them lions and gorillas"
Yeah, he asked for a 'bow, but got a half and couldn't flip it
But my young dog could flip a half in thirty minutes
Beat the pots and pans, bitch, I'm only fuckin' with the dishes
Only job I do is stayin' true to my religion
Got a job that you could do, go burp them babies in the kitchen
Dumb n***a

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
I just put eighty in a blender
Pint of Wockhardt, 'bout to chase it with the liquor
Your baby daddy is a bitch, bae, we chased him with the pistol
Six thirty clips, I'll drop one-eighty out the glizzy
Whole clique hit your bitch, let's just say we is them n***as
Fresh as fuck, told the feds to take another picture
Quarter in the 'Wood, I heard you put some eighthies in a Swisher
Got head, then nutted on your bitch head, left babies in her inches