[Verse 1: NR Boor]
Yeah, uh
Any n***a disrespect the gang I bet he die
His first time on a hit he sent a n***a to the sky
He ain't what he told you baby, why that n***a lie?
He be on them socials baby, he don't come outside
I'm the type to send a hit and get a n***a fried
We the youngins turnt up in the city thought you knew that
Yeah we next to blow but I'm still askin where that crew at
Lil bro trained to go, he pop out right there where ya crew at
Wе don't give a fuck, got a chopper with a drum
If he try to run, chasе em down, hit em up
Broski in the cut, if he fall, then he done
Somebody pick em up, that n***a stuck
That n***a Runtz, somebody roll em up

[Verse 2: Lil Na]
She on my dick, she like "I see you boutta make it"
Brodie got a lick, let's check it out, somebody take us
Go run through the back but brodie watch out for them neighbors
Bitch I'm rollin opps like back to back like I ain't still on papers
New Glock with a laser
I can't wait to spray it
I just met this bitch, she let me fuck, I heard you paid her
Bitch I'm in the field like everyday, Vegas Raiders
Ain't no tellin who gon slide when it's go time
Bullets they too fast, they put you down, Manny Pacquiao
I heard that he told, boy he bold, he can't come back around
Yeah, can't come back around
[Verse 3: OT7 Quanny]
Run that check up, they like "why you go so hard"
I like cash, I like watches and the cars
I do what I want in my city, I pull strings
Bitch I'm the goat, call me LeQuan James
Bitches want the n***as with watches not the n***as watchin
I know "Get money" n***as and the [?]
Leave ya phone at home, cover ya face and wear a stockin
Once you lose your life, you can't get no playback
This bitch on dick, she said "I like ya watch and ya lil face tats"
You tuck ya Glock in by ya waist it's by the [?], what you dumb?
If I have them killers slide right now you still gon have to run
I know n***as, they ain't cheerleadin but they still catchin bodies
I know n***as sellin Fentanyl with horse tranquilizer
Brand new shit done landed, crack the case like Law & Order
I just took a Perky, break her cookie like a fortune
Mama said "make sure that Glock filled up, you too important"
Brand new 7.62's with baldheads, look like DMX
I just ran through 50, let my bitch go through the rest
His gun still on safety, Ion think he passed the test
Lil Toby, he don't hoop but he shoot like K. Durant
And I knew that Wock fugazy, shit ain't have no oral stamp
My mama used to beat my ass when she heard me say "I can't"
I turn a 1 to a 4 to a 7, like Calboy
This bitch trippin out, I ain't got no time for her
It's 2 Glocks for sale, shit, we buyin both of em
Oh they smoked ya homie, we finna have a toast for em
Yeah, it's that OT7 shit