[Intro: OT7 Quanny and NR Boor]
N***a, what you want
We just bought a Glock with a switch and a drum
And a beam and a drum and a beam on it
Yeah, n***a, what

[Verse 1: OT7 Quanny]
Yeah my pocket look like Stewie
Yeah my jacket Louie (no bap)
Young n***as, yeah we ruthless, pull up and we shootin (no cap)
You got n***as turnt up, you gon make him catch a body through these headphones
You got n***as turnt up, you gon make him catch a body through these headphones
How you tellin on your brothers? Boy you dead wrong
We gon kill a opp and go piss on his headstone
N***a make a diss track, he a dead rapper
Why you act like we ain't the reason you got ya mans tatted?
"Why you keep on doin dirt?" they say crime pays
North n***a, flip phone, thick his pockets Rod Wave
I only want the head, ya panties they ain't comin off
FN bullets make that n***a do a somersault (big flips)
And this shit off the top, don't need no pen and pad
Lil Quanny from the trenches, my mom like my dad
We make n***as jump the fence when them shots fly
Hold up that boy want smoke, fry em like he Popeyes
Yeah this Glock got a beam, this bitch got eyes
You want smoke with them steppas, n***a uh uh
Sippin on this Wock, shit I'm movin like a Popeye
N***a you a pussy and ya man a rat, y'all Tom and Jerry
When it's time to slide, nobody ride, you n***as scary
Him and him, different bodies, brodie this shit vary
Him and him, different bodies, brodie this shit vary
N***as bitches, man you n***as act like Tyler Perry
N***as bitches, man you n***as act like Tyler Perry
Him and him and him
Hold up (smoked his ass, n***a)
[Verse 2: NR Boor]
Yeah, we just filled a clip with RIP's
We just put a 50 in the glizzy, make a scene
We tryna catch a new opp, make that n***a bleed
Give that boy a headshot, uh, put that n***a to sleep
We don't do no hidin out, my n***a we out all night
Hit that n***a top and send his soul up like a fuckin kite
Brodie off a pill, he tryna kill, I tell em "not tonight"
We turned down a deal, it ain't bout M's then what you talkin bout?
We just tryna chill, if she ain't fuckin then she gettin out
Woah, what's all that dissin bout?
Man he crippled now
Brodie caught a case and he came home and put that pistol down
We get busy now, ain't no bitchin out
She sucked this dick up, ate my kids it ain't no kissin now
Ain't no kissin now
We get busy now, ain't no bitchin out
Caught a case and he came home and put that pistol down