[Intro: EBK Juvie]
We outside
Bitch, I'm getting mad
We outside after hours like we working
But don't work shifts

[Verse 1: EBK Juvie & Young Slo-Be]
We outside after hours like we work shifts
Play it slick but watch bro, he look nervous
Step back, pull up from deep like I'm Irving
Leave a n***a stiff, he 'bout to blitz, he need [?]
I know I hit his bitch, oh well, that was on purpose
Oh my, and free my n***as out that jammy
I don't really fuck with these ducks, they all daffy
Real savage in my city like [?]
Most these n***as bitch, on the clique, if you ask me
Catch me on Montclair or Belair, I'm on them backstreets
Been the same since I was a kid, you could ask [?]
Ten Ps, I'm finna bust 'em like I'm [?]
You can't talk that gangster shit, n***a, you gotta show me
Cook a n***a soul with this pole, turn him to roast beef
Tryna do right but somehow I find the wrong thing
[?], bro a shooter, he just gon' squeeze
Don't get dropped for tryna be gang and rep the wrong thing (Stupid)
Aye, lil n***a, and rep the wrong thing (It's the gang)
[Verse 2: Young Slo-Be]
Slo-Be with the toolie, aye, but I ain't Juvie though
Two fifties, hundred clips, we shoot movie rolls
Aye, I know these Glocks look like twins but these different poles
Finna toss this Glock 21, it got your n***a gone
Aye, aye, n***a, I'm out of state with it
Boy, I let this chop go to work, it do bad business
Aye, aye, posted in the hood but only for a minute
Oowee, beat that road up, really road tripping, n***a
I'm NG21, what you n***as mean?
This forty wake a n***a ass up and end a n***a dream
Now his ass put to sleep like some promethazine
All my n***as shooting guards, n***a, free the team
You can catch me with that bitch, she's always making cents
Bitch, you ain't get up off your ass, you ain't making cents

[Verse 3: EBK Durk]
Aye, n***a, we don't make diss songs
For all you suckers speaking on Lay, you ain't gon' live long
Hollow tips'll change the way he pissing, make him shit wrong
Tryna blick, I almost broke my wrist but I ain't miss though
[?] politicking with my hoodlums, I'm with Bris folks (With 42)
N***as [?] with that bitch, he in that [?]
Hit the road with twenty bowls but it's a risk though
Just 'cause she a fag with the trap don't mean this shit slow
Stop thinking this shit smoothie, on the B, we really strip folks
My whiteboy hit my phone with twenty Ps, blood, what they hit for?
Oowee, in other words, bitch, we gon' take those
No, I can't bend nor change, I been this way since eight years old
Dracos with that [?], no pump faking, we gon' take his pole
N***as ain't real, they really fake, they just gon' play the role
Free all of my brothers out that cage, they into taking souls
I put that on my mother, I won't squeal or never break the code
Free JohnBoi, on the G, yeah, that's my baby woe
Aye, n***a, hey, and that's on anything
NG, pull up to Montclair, we selling everything
Hit the Greyhound with eight pound, fuck a airplane
I'm [?], real don dada, you can ask [?]
I passed the street test, n***a, still yelling, "Fuck college"
You will never catch me slipping, bitch, I keep it tucked by me
You will never catch me slipping, bitch, I keep it tucked by me