[Intro: Lee Drilly & Ish MoneyMurda]
94Gz, no Gz like these, you heard?
Jack B, jack bigger B
Drilly
(Got Ish with me that’s the double G)
I got Lee Drilly with me too
Got it, what?

[Chorus: Ish MoneyMurda]
I got some ‘ooters boolin’ in the cut
One call, we shootin’ shit up
Double G claimin’ our innocence
And no, we not hearin’ no innocence (At all)
Hurry, hit him in his tum
They want the war, so let’s start it up
They want the war, so let’s start it up
They want the war, so let’s start it up

[Verse 1: Lee Drilly & Ish MoneyMurda]
Gang
I said none of these n***as could fuck with me
They jack beef, but I know they gon’ run from me
Call up Ish, ‘cause I know he gon’ dump for me
Call up Ish, ‘cause I know he gon’— (What?)
If a n***a move Wock, then I’m dumpin’ three
And they ask who really run the streets
So I told them it’s Drilly, the double G
So I told them it’s Drilly, the double G
They follow me, then I’m clappin’ heat
He already said it, who run the streets?
Double G be the gang, we ain’t playin’ fair
Send the baby devils, they gon’ take it there
Demon children ain’t playin’, they devil sent
Fuck his bitch and she said that I’m heaven sent
We don’t talk about the opps, they irrelevant
Gang, gang
Say, Lee Drilly, he way too official
Bullets split you, it could never miss you
Bullets hit him, rippin’ through his tissues
6ixo spin and leave a n***a crippled
Drilly gang, they know who we are
Bitches goin’ crazy over bars
Been a real n***a from the start
I’m in the sky, and she seein’ stars
All I ever knew was serve the fiends
Bitches goin’ crazy off a bean
Fuck it, EN tryna do the team
Got the stick, yeah, I’m slidin’ with Preme
I put jacks red and green beam
I’ma walk up, I ain’t shootin’ from deep
I’m a ‘ooter, just watch how I creep
Just like a baby, rock his ass to sleep
And they rap about guns, they gon’ need one
They be lackin’, bro, watch how I leave ‘em
Two bitches on my side like a threesome
Talk on Dummy, you just gonna have to meet him
Spot a opp, hit him where I see him
Knock him up, I already preed him
Line him up, get a bitch to eat him
Too late, I’m already squeezin’
[Chorus: Ish MoneyMurda]
I got some ‘ooters boolin’ in the cut
One call, we shootin’ shit up
Double G claimin’ our innocence
And no, we not hearin’ no innocence (At all)
Hurry, hit him in his tum
They want the war, so let’s start it up
They want the war, so let’s start it up
They want the war, so let’s start it up

[Verse 2: Lee Drilly & Ish MoneyMurda]
Say, EWuu spinnin’, tryna make a mess
Talkin’ foul, hit him with a tech
Got a .30 shootin’ like it’s Steph
Ain’t no talkin’, blow him like a ref
Oh, he think he tough? Put him to the test
When I force it, better get him wet
Oh he— just sentence him to death
Can’t ID her son ’cause it’s nothin’ left
Smokin’ on Yellow, they can’t get him back
OY Caine should’ve never lacked
Talkin’ on Dummy, y’all still ain’t get back
What did you spin lyin’ in your raps?
FMJ’s hit him, leave his ass flat
But we still ain’t gon’ talk about that
Free Bear-Bear, he wasn’t with the chit-chat
Free all my Glows, we still don’t get back
Smokin’ on who? Put him in the ground
Lil chopper got a funny sound
Know a opp who got a cap and gown
Week later, n***a, put him down
N***a probably mad, think I fucked his bae
And that’s word to his deads, I got aid
I don’t care about cousin, n***a, I start buggin’
N***a, when I up it, leave him DOA
[Chorus: Ish MoneyMurda]
I got some ‘ooters boolin’ in the cut
One call, we shootin’ shit up
Double G claimin’ our innocence
And no, we not hearin’ no innocence (At all)
Hurry, hit him in his tum
They want the war, so let’s start it up
They want the war, so let’s start it up
They want the war, so let’s start it up

[Outro: Lee Drilly]
Shit
It’s that Lee Drilly, n***a, you heard?
Droppin’ four, I’m uppin’ the nine
94Gz, no Gz like these
I got Ish with me, that’s the double G, you heard?
You know how we give it up
Mr. The reason your mother told you stay off the corner, n***a
Demon child
Double G add a G
That’s me, word, that’s what I be