[Intro: EBK JaayBo]
N***a, hit his cranium, that's a thought stopper
That shit slap (Sparky made it slap)

[Verse 1: EBK JaayBo]
Fuck it up, sis, what you scared of?
Banana clip on the chop, gave him a bear hug
We got GLOCK on GLOCKS [?]
Left cuz traumatized, blood, we scare thugs
Left him on the concrete with his brains splattered
Jolly rancher in my juice, I love the taste after
Fuck them lil' ass boys, smoke the main factor
Left Drac' for AR 'cause she way badder
Why do n***as think they can harm me?
Lil' bro in love with the funk, that n***a part beef
Got instruments that'll stop a n***a heartbeat
Boys tryna run us off the Seven but this our street
Park me, what the fuck did you say to mе?
Cold red Corona GLOCK, 40 spray disease
I want his soul in our possеssion, n***as play for keeps
Injury ain't life-threatening if you ain't make them scream
Hit his cranium, that's a thought stopper
Caught him tryna fuck the bitch, I'm a cockblocker
Hopscotch [?], I'm a block watcher
Sucker K, we gon' slide 'til all the opps slaughtered
Headshot, huh, them dead opps, look
Last n***a tried to throw the Gales down couldn't
He wanna parlay, his slam got took
Another man down, blood family shook
JaayBo a don dada
N***as ain't Nightingale K, y'all ain't smoke nada
Free [?], free [?] and Osama
Free Whoadie, free Sleaze, free [?]
Chopper jumping like a kangaroo, it might bite you
Forty catching fades for me, I don't like fighting
Your gun still ain't been used, he don't like sliding
He must not mind dying
[Verse 2: Young Slo-Be]
Ayy (That's the gang)
I can't vouch for one skit, he don't like sliding
His clip full, it's a little strange
Ayy, ayy, free lil Whoa because he'll bust a brain
Heard you got the bricks, you got the white, he'll leave it stained
Oowee, n***a, Slo-Be keep a thing
And I'm really a fool with it, watch me do my thing
Ayy, I ain't worried 'bout no n***a lying on my name
Bitch, I had cuffs on my wrist before I bought a chain
Ayy, n***as can't wait to say, "N***a, knuckle up"
Fight who? N***a, in the pen I'll still poke you up
Cuddie on the block with two straps, n***a, pitch me one
Buddy told me no so after that I had to get me one
Ayy, have my young n***a walk you down and try to get him one
N***a, I got the drop from your partner, you don't keep a gun
Ayy, beam on the 23, don't even try to run
Ayy, ayy, you can't run when we shoot
Ayy, fuck it up, bitch, the Drac' so amazing
Last drill we had a sucker squirming, bet he couldn't take it
Faceshot, n***a, body shot, we cannot waste it
[?], that leg shot, get your aim up
N***as know we boys in the bity, they just play tough
Say what? Check twenty bands out that [?]
Ayy, ayy, n***a, I don't say much
On 21, free the thugs, n***a (Gang, n***a)
[Outro: Young Slo-Be]
Beat your body up with slugs, n***a
(Sparky made it slap)
You a sucker then you shit out of luck, n***a