[Intro: Bris]
Ayy
4200 Gang
Ayy
(ThisShitGoRacimo)
Bris
Ayy
Ayy

[Verse 1: Bris & Young Slo-Be]
I'll burn a n***a down 'cause I clutch heat ('Cause I clutch heat)
Catch me on the top of bread like some lunch meat (On the bread)
I did drills and left shells on the front seat (I left lead)
I ain't did skits to the neck, I was one deep (Ayy, It's the gang)

[Verse 2: Young Slo-Be & Bris]
Why he walkin' 'round the bity like he actin' tough? (City, city)
Like a car gettin' detailed, we finna touch him up (Get him, get him)
Sit him in my fuckin' chair so I can line him up (Bah, bah, bah)
Bitch, I'm in the Southeast, n***a, we scared of what? (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Bris]
When you catch 'em by theyself, they always get confused (Always get confused)
I keep stick on the daily, gotta stick and move (Gotta know how to move)
We gon' slide on the opps whether we win or lose (Whether we win or lose)
Whoever out there gon' get it, ain't no pick and choose (That's on the gang)
[Verse 4: Young Slo-Be]
N***as scared on Pac Lane, can't pass that stop sign (Ayy)
Can't call my main phone 'cause this the hotline (Ayy, ayy)
This n***a said he wanted half and he got nine (Bitch)
Hope he don't plan on robbin', 'cause I got mine

[Verse 5: Bris & Young Slo-Be]
Try and lick, my arm stiff, you see that hand motion (You see that hand motion)
Couple pumps and then it drip, it look like hand lotion (Bah, bah, bah)
I'm in these streets, don't hit my phone, bro, when my fans postin' (I'm in these streets)
He took that chicken out the oven, he heard that pan roasting (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 6: Young Slo-Be & Bris]
Like a laptop, this chop foldin' up (Chop foldin' up)
Keep shittin' on these n***as, I got the bubble guts (Bubble guts)
N***as think they slick, I know they heard of us(Ayy)
2100 gang, n***a, got your homie touched (Ayy, damn)

[Verse 7: Bris]
N***as talkin' out they mouth with all that jaw jackin' (With all that jaw jackin')
False move'll have my shooter on your ball cap (On your head)
Shots ringin' on they side, nobody called back (Brr)
Let me know if it's spunky, I'm with all that (Ayy)

[Verse 8: Young Slo-Be & Bris]
Like an out of shape bitch, you ain't got no body (You ain't got nobody)
We snuck the Draco in this bitch, you ain't scare nobody (Grrah)
You ain't been on one drill, you foolin' everybody (Foolin' everybody)
N***as need trainin' like they goin' potty (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 9: Bris]
If lil' Bris in the building, he with Fruitridge (He with Fruitridge)
So Ridge, I done slid with forty-two sticks (I done slid)
N***as talk, but in person, never do shit (On my mama)
Damu Bloods do whatever for them blue strips (On Bloods)

[Verse 10: Young Slo-Be & Bris]
N***a, on my mama free the home team (Uh)
Strap on these helmets, we the dome team (City, city)
Blowin' up my phone, what you want, P? (Brr)
I got your bitch here with it, but she won't leave (Ayy, city, city)

[Verse 11: Bris]
Why them n***as always stuck, they hear that K sparkin'? (Hear that spark)
Baby Glock, stock clip hold James Harden (Hold James Harden)
I instigate so I can shoot when the fade startin' (Hear that pah-pah-pah)
If i don't never leave my hood I'll probably stay starvin' (Probably stay starvin')

[Verse 12: Young Slo-Be & Bris]
This n***a broke, he ain't a chef, 'cause he ain't make shit
N***a, when I was broke, I had to take shit (I had to take that)
Can't no n***a rob me, give him a facelift (City, city)
Ayy, ayy, then we hop back in that spaceship (Ayy, skrrt)

[Verse 13: Bris]
Fryin' pan on the Glicky, gon' make pancakes (Gon' make pancakes)
N***as snakes, better quit it with them handshakes (Better stop with that)
Hella hot, I hit they block and seen that fan break (Hey)
Chopper sing like Drake fan when we fan Drac'
[Verse 14: Young Slo-Be]
Ayy, ayy, screen got me in my mood, n***a (Got me in my mood, n***a)
We can't find the Hi-Tech, but it's bool, n***a (But it's bool, n***a)
We gon' keep uppin' the score, we can't lose, n***a (Bah, bah, bah)
Ruler on me, go to school, n***a (Grrah)