[Chorus: Roscoe G]
When we catch a hit, we doing a Cha Cha
Last opp that died he made it on Fox 5
Free Banga, he aim at your mata
Walk up, blick 'em, ain't doing no drive-by
Two knocks on my hip, I feel like the man
Don't trip when you calling your mans
Got a lil' bad bitch, gon' dance
Knock in the party, I bet it won't jam

[Verse 1: Roscoe G]
Grahh, grahh, and they try to blitz
Fuck the opps, tell them n***as suck dick
Four, five, to the beam, and it's see through clip
On bro, if you flock it, then you get hit
Dump on the 2's, you ain't smokin' on Nick
Grahh, grahh, boom (Grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh)
Nas EBK, you a bum
And Bando your momma a smutt
Die Bimbo, if we catch lil' AJ, lil' n***a get pinned in the trunk
And they talk my shit, they know I'm too lit with the grip
Got lil' bro lookin' both ways, before leavin' the crib
Two tact in the ski, and lil' [?] get hit
Come to the [?], just flick on the еight
Two woo, he got hit in his face
Don't run don't trip, bettеr pick up the pace
Shots get fired, don't care who we take
[Chorus: Roscoe G]
When we catch a hit, we doing a Cha Cha
Last opp that died he made it on Fox 5
Free Banga, he aim at your mata
Walk up, blick 'em, ain't doing no drive-by
Two knocks on my hip, I feel like the man
Don't trip when you calling your mans
Got a lil' bad bitch, gon' dance
Knock in the party, I bet it won't jam

[Verse 2: Edot Babyy]
Got a lil' bad bitch, in the pan
We spin the opps, like, shit is a fan
Green beam on the Glock, when he seen me, he ran
Free all my hearts that stuck in the can
Shoot at a n***a, make him do the Cha Cha
She wanna dance, but she seen the knocka
She with her girls, so I bring her mama
Don't trip when you run, when the shots fly
I'm E with the Dot, I'm known for the blick
Lil' shh got hit, that n***a was scared
Edot Babyy, no, I cannot slip
One in the head, and ten in the clip
Like, he think he low cause he out the mix
Two in his neck, got one in his limb
Knock on my body, I walk with a limp
I done shot like two n***as, I'd do it again
Spinnin' that V, and I bet it get flipped
Like, free Scottie P, he ain't die for the
Hes a rat why you jackin that man
Shorty come shake it up and do your dance
Call bro [?]
Why is ya jackin every O shot?
[Verse 1: Roscoe G]
When we catch a hit, we doing a Cha Cha
Last opp that died he made it on Fox 5
Free Banga, he aim at your mata
Walk up, blick 'em, ain't doing no drive-by
Two knocks on my hip, I feel like the man
Don't trip when you calling your mans
Got a lil' bad bitch, gon' dance
Knock in the party, I bet it won't jam