[Verse 1: Mula O]
All these social networks, like snapchat
Hold up your camera, yelling gang up in the back [?]
Posting pictures of that shit up on your snapchat
Bitches lien, emoji crying on your snapchat
Hope Gwap O beat the case, and let my brother home
N***as ain't fuckin wit us, I put it on my soul
Fuck the opps, ain't out here, n***as duckin poles
Fuck the opps, they snitchin, put it on the O's
Mula O on some shit boy
Bitches thots they doing dicks boy
YK t'd, you ain't on shit boy
Hit Sparky up, he doin hits boy
And im ridin wit my shitbag
Flex and Cali, them O's in it
We on the land we gettin busy
Tell these thot bitches keep from near me
I keep some bread, bitch i keep plenty
Sippin lean wit the team keep us dizzy
Block bussin, gang poppin out
Hitting stains bitch it's a drought
12 come, gang bailing out
Cuz we ain fuckin wit the cops
Wit a thot, im calling shots
Do bro, do bro, do squad
Bitch stop acting like you not
We in the trap, you use to that, bitch pick a spot
And we heading to the top
Getting money, fuckin hoes, bending blocks
For Star we on the block
I said for Star we sending shots
And free my boys out the box
Stain gang, fuck all the cops
Catch me rolling swisher sweets
Never wife a bitch, can't get with me
OTO, they stay with me
OTO and KSG
Gettin money, perfect time
Tell a thot bitch nevermind
Hop in the whip, yea we slidin
You said its bussin, bitch you lien
[verse 2: Stunna O]
N***as already know, how this shit
Catch a opp on our [?] we take soul
Man these n***as hoes, and they not my bros
Put that on the O's that these bitches hoes
Block fuckin bussin, we gon take ya soul
Fuck all the cops, ima dodge them [?]
N***as opps, n***as staying low
N***as really hoes, they ain't poppin out
Block fuckin bussin, thots poppin out
If its fuckin beef [?] poppin out
Summer time, now its hot out
Opps all scary, they ain't on the block
When we slidin through steady calling cops
I call Bally, he wit Turnup, now we on your block
Sliding through with Shitbags, tryna catch a opp
Put they steady runnin, we ain't chasin them
Running to that money, steady chasin m's
N***as really fake, n***as ain't your friend
Im smokin Copo, i can't comprehend
I caught a opp, I popped him in his chin
He went to sleep right up in the street
If its war, it can be beef

[verse 3: Lil O]
Time to up the score these n***as hoes
Pull up on the block, bitch ima blow
N***as know im from the O
Free #9 cuz he gon blow
Im posted on the land
My n***as off some xans
A opp slide and he get changed
Run up on the block and ima bang
Call Stunna he on go
N***as know how that shit go
Call Hype, he fuckin slidin in the whip
Call Turnup, he gon shoot him in his shit
Sparks got the strap
Run up on him, shoot him in his back
My n***as they ain't playin
What the fuck you sayin
My n***as t'd in this bitch