[Verse 1: EBK Durkio]
Ayy, ayy, bro
Like what you say, bro?
That shit blood say gon' have another n***a face gone
We take souls and take poles if you don't spray those
Go brazo, blow Dracos from my AOs
Just aim close, bounce out perfect angle
With hotboys, so how the fuck I'm an angel?
I can't go
I ain't never did, then, blood, I can't fold
Came a long way from doin' drills with that Django
N***as hoes, thinkin' they demons, we sendin' halos
I hate hoes that ain't payin' fees, you know I shake those
Ooh-wee, throw my hoodie and my ski, now I'm block bendin'
I'm tryna take a n***a soul like I'm shopliftin'
If it's a problem, let me know 'cause I'm shot sendin'
Bitch, I been thuggin' since a jit, on the block with it
On 2One, with all thе thugs, we just politickin'
I'm with Lil Blood, bloods tryna rush, now his partner missin'

[Verse 2: Young Slo-Be]
Ayy, ayy, masked up for thе drill, we ain't savin' n***as
Ayy, ayy, said that he a fly, you better spray the n***a
Ooh, I remember when cuddy dropped off the kayda, n***a
Where? You ain't a hooper, let me see you do a lay-up, n***a
Free the thugs, you know, the faceshot committee, n***a
On 2One, bust a U, turn and shoot the fifty, n***a
Ooh-wee, made the wrong turn and still ain't get me, n***a
Saw the work, you an itty-bitty piggy n***a (Boy a rat)
I can't fuck with any bitch, I'm a picky n***a
Bitch, you see these VVs on me, ain't I drippy, n***a?
I alley-oop it to Durk, he get drippy, n***a
Shoot that handoff, ayy, Bubb, get trippy, n***a
[Verse 3: AO Bubb]
Bro, these bitches broke, they really in the way, n***a
No, she can't stay if she don't wanna pay, n***a
Ayy, watch your homie, bruh, he really tryna snake n***as
And why you think we ride with fullies? We don't play, n***a
And I'm really Baby West, make you shake, n***a
I don't like to steal, I really love to take, n***a
Bitch, I love Donny, for surely got it laced, n***a
Just know I'm ridin' with Durk when I'm EBK, n***a
But I love Slo-Be, 'cause brother tryna face n***as
I sparked a sucker pack, tryna see how it taste, n***a
Ayy, drop lil' bro off, I think he really in the way, n***a
Ayy, throw me the Drac', I'ma show you how it spray, n***a
And why you talkin', ho, like I don't know where you lay, killer?
And what your ass call the life of a real driller
And he got Ben Simmons shots, but I ain't killed a n***a