[Intro]
(Jose the Plug)

[Verse: Nuk & TOB Duke]
We get high as hell like in the air, they think a kite goin'
Only want two-three for the 'bows, we spent a night for 'em
Only fuck with Bloods, I throw my fives up with my Vice Lords
They don't know why brodie killin' shit, he in the psych ward
Look at me or Nuk the wrong way and you gon' die for it
Try to run off with a pack, we'll shoot your spine for it
People actin' funny 'cause it's money, got my mind pourin'
Brodie got the chop with the flash, we gon' blind boy
Like, Duke, you knowin' that we down and we gon' ride
We gettin' to the money like never mind the other side
Ayy, I already know Nuk 'cause the opps died
We gon' pop mines to the n***as that'll drop flies
Y'all droppin' change, my n***as, they wanna drop slugs
Everybody know n***as gon' die, they ever touch blood
Cock it back and send him straight to space, he wanna know Buzz
Fairy tale cop-ass n***a, boy, y'all so fuzz
Fuck the other side, better drop dead
Pull up shootin' .223s, chain swangin' out the drop-head
Ayy, hook got behind me, so you know I fled
Blue strips on a young n***a, but I'm bleedin' red
Wanna run my money up until it's over Shaq
Out of town steppin' on the crack, his mama broke her back
Pull up in the what-the-fuck-is-that? This bitch from outer space
Lil Duke gon' step up on the gas like he can't find the brake
Hell yeah, catch a n***a foreign flyin' past the jakes
Only if you catch me while I'm pourin', you can grab an eight
Head fire, blow a n***a mind if he don't got the pape'
I'll have to shave a n***a head just like he Tory Lanez
Hit a n***a with the pump, now his chest gone
He got VVS on, my boys want it, now his neck gone
FN bullets, they rip through him and now his flesh gone
Better do the steppin' or get your stupid ass stepped on
Love my lil' Westside hoes, I'm 'bout to move 'em east
N***a think he Toucan Sam until I move his beak
No fly zone from Cali all the way to Hoover Street
A hundred rounds long, the opps don't know what they gon' do with me
Got an XD with the thirty, what the fuck is you gon' do to me?
Heard he was talkin' out his tongue, shoot him in his teeth
Nuk ass done made a n***a dance, start shootin' at his feet
A n***a heart so cold, I gotta keep the heat
Run to the 'Gram, why n***as talkin' all that rah-rah?
You be with opps-opps, we gon' have to send them shots-shots
Play like a demon, we gon' send you to the sky
Rather that n***a mama than to have my mama cry-cry
Lil' boy, expect retaliation, 'cause that's how we grieve
Shot that n***a everywhere he went, they couldn't describe the scene
We keep buying guns, how many AR pistols we gon' need?
Have my n***a Wop throw the hook, it's like he know Kareem
Shh, lil' bitch, I swear I'm out your pace
Straight to the pharm' with phony scripts, this ain't from Dr. J
These n***as is not for real
If you know about gettin' to that bag, then tell me how it feel