Intro [Blackout]:
Yuh yuh
BuTcHeR GanG on this track aye
Blackout ZaddyOc in this bitch
Aye BuTcHeR GanG
Let’s get this shit, Let’s get this shit

Verse 1 [Blackout]:
BuTcHeR GanG – we is all one
N***as talkin’ big shit, but they hide behind a gun
Blackout in his fuckin’ zone she got me as “Boo” in her phone
BuTcHeR GanG you could see how we all grown
Bitch we did this shit all on our own
BuTcHeR GanG you could see how we all have grown
BuTcHeR GanG we did this shit on our own
We did this shit on my own
Bitches see me, tighten up like a screw
BuTcHeR GanG from day one, no surprise if we grew
BuTcHeR GanG you know that we be the real crew
That bitch picked me over you like duck duck goose
If you knock me down, then it still ain’t over
Bitch that shit is rented and for mine I’m the owner
He said he would cook me just like a toaster
Shut the fuck up, I’ll run yo shit just like a clover
Broke n***as, on our shit
Might as well burn shit when I fuckin’ spit
VVS, you know that shit is always on Zaddy
Bitch we fry the mic just like a chicken patty
Spillin’ that shit, and I always carry a 50
Gold diggin’ bitch you like Fortnite shifty
Fuck a block n***a, don’t come in my city
Whipped out the bands and she whipped out the tities
Blackout be flexin’, we have all that they envy
Talkin’ shit but yo girlfriend DM’s me
Stole they bitch they screamin’: “Why me??”
Just like Mohamedissavage, don’t try me
And by that, I mean all of us
BuTcHeR GanG number one, not a- a- bust
BuTcHeR GanG we’re number one, not a bust
BuTcHeR GanG we is number one, not a bust
Bitch you know that I’m in my zone
We hold the throne
We is way way well-known
And I got more than just two fuckin’ phones
Blackout lil n***a you that I’m armed
Pull a fuckin’ and then they get alarmed
Walk into your gang in and out unharmed
Walk into your gang in and out unharmed
ZaddyOc got that VVS
You a lil n***a, go watch PBS
Cross combo strait call it CCS
Broke boy lil bitch, use Metro PCS
Aye

Verse 2 [ZaddyOc]:
Aye aye aye
Yah yah yah aye
And yo mans is a bitch
That bitch suckin’ the dick aye
RV how we pack it in this hoe
RV shoot a n***a if he told
RV pull up if he actin’ bold
RV pull up if he gonna fold
RV he can’t shoot he just sold
RV iced out but my neck is cold aye
We think I’m poles, touchdown like Nick Foles
Swerve the foreign, we ain’t got no control aye
Yo pockets is empty they lookin’ like holes
I’m chasin’ the paper you thinkin’ it’s scrolls
Gettin’ to the bands while achieving my goals
We come with the fire like we lightin’ some coal
Yo mans is a rat, you wonder who told
Cubin’ the link and it’s flooded with gold
Cubin’ the link and it’s flooded with gold
Aye aye
Pulla poles, if he think he bold aye
Pulla poles, if he think he bold aye
Pulla poles, n***a ain’t bold aye
Pulla poles, n***a think he bold
GanG!