[Intro: Blaccanese]
(Maari)
Gang, grrt, grrt (Grrt)
Get Back Gang (Gzzly), Woo Lotti Gang
Free the guys, long live the G's

[Chorus: Blaccanese]
You got a gun? Up it (Up it, n***a), bust it (Bust it)
These n***as be cappin' and chuckin' (Chuckin')
See them in person, they never on nothin' (Nah)
Never lack, clip hold a dozen (Brrt)
Better not trip, hollows rip through his muffin (Grrt, boom)
Real pack, turn nothin' to somethin' (Gang)
Real pack, turn nothin' to somethin' (Gang)
You got a gun? Up it (Up it, n***a), bust it (bust it)
These n***as be cappin' and chuckin' (Chuckin')
See them in person, they never on nothin' (Nah)
Never lack, clip hold a dozen (Brrt)
Better not trip, hollows rip through his muffin (Grrt, boom)
Real pack, turn nothin' to somethin' (Gang)
Real pack, turn nothin' to somethin' (Gang)

[Verse 1: Blaccanese]
We get the addy, then rush him (Skrrt)
Bullets hot, fuego
Word around town, we be packin' 'em oppas (Grrt, boom)
Bro spotted an opp, he fiendin' to pluck him (Grrt, boom)
Get to drillin', and rush him (Rush him)
Started movin' tact', we gon' sit back, crank through the cut, we gon' dust him (Boom)
[?] right there, we still boomin' like fuck it (Boom, boom, boom)
Buss out the P, that's a bucket
Back to Woo block, it's a function (Woo Lotti Gang)
I'm really in the streets, fuck the Internet beef
Back on court, like 'Melo on the Nuggets (Gang)
Don't run, these bullets like buckets
He tripped on his mans, got hit in his nugget (Boom)
Leave 'em gaspin' for air, bleedin', gushin', blood, leakin', pumpin' (Pumpin')
Hit that corner, me and Yus Gz, that's two Gz with two Gs (Two Gs)
We hit the opps like who he? (Who he?) what
We hit the opps like— (What?)
All of these bitches be groupies (What?)
Brodie, she is a smoochie (Smoochie)
I think she wanna do me (Do me), me and Yus Gz (Gzzly)
[Chorus: Blaccanese & Yus Gz]
You got a gun? Up it (Up it, n***a), bust it (Bust it)
These n***as be cappin' and chuckin' (Chuckin')
See them in person, they never on nothin' (Nah)
Never lack, clip hold a dozen (Blrrt)
Better not trip, hollows rip through his muffin (Grrt, boom)
Real pack, turn nothin' to somethin' (Gang)
Real pack, turn nothin' to somethin' (Gang)
You got a gun? Up it (Up it, n***a), bust it (Bust it)
These n***as be capping and chuckin' (Chuckin')
See them in person, they never on nothin' (Nah)
Never lack, clip hold a dozen (Blrrt)
Better not trip, hollows rip through his muffin (Grrt, boom, grrah, grrah)
Real pack, turn nothin' to somethin' (Gang, grrah, grrah)
Real pack, turn nothin' to somethin' (Gang)

[Verse 2: Yus Gz]
If it's up then you know that it's stuck
Ab my brother, I'ma keep it a buck (Grrah, grrah)
Like, don't got the pole, that's on bro, he get cut (Grrah, grrah)
Like what, I ain't passin' the stitchie, I'm clutch
If she fuck with him, she getting touched
What? Like, how you chill with the opps like it's us? (Grrah, grrah)
Fuck Set Da Trend, he got hit with a bus
Smoking on—, that boy got me stuffed
[?] throw five, like Giannis in the Bucks (Grrah, grrah)
If he up [?], better duck (Grrah, grrah)
Throw five, throw ten, like you gonna do what? (Like what?)
JB got spliffed, and nobody got touched
Bro got ten in the clip just in case he get stuck (Grrah, grrah)
When you run into me, better throw ten plus (Grrah, grrah)
I got 'ooters with me, and they fiendin' to dump
Tryna push up on me, that's on bro, you get slumped
They just talk, but they never do shit
Jacob a dick, RB got hit
Can't forget about Noah, took too many kicks
Like Gotti a bitch, that's on bro, he got ripped
Trey 57 revolver, keep spinnin' wit' sticks
How they talking on bro, but they running like Rick? (Like Rick)
I was gunnin', don't run, don't trip (Don't trip)
Blay got packed and went out like a bitch
Like pass me the gun, I'ma score the assist
Can't forget about Milly, got beat with a stick
I don't got opps, they all restin' in piss
If the gun jam up, he get beat with the grip
Smoking on Bobby, mix it with the Choppy (Choppy, Maari)
Beam on the blick, tryna catch us a hit
Up first shoot, that's the life that we live
Up first shoot, that's the life that we live (Grrah, grrah)