[Intro: Lee Drilly]
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
94Gz, no Gz like these, you heard?
Jack B's, we jack bigger B's
Drop my shit, we gon' let it squeeze
Gang, gang (Drilly)
Gang, gang

[Verse 1: Lee Drilly]
Justo B, let’s go spin on a Sookie (Like what?)
Heard they linked with the 9, we gon’ make a-
Two Jets, two chops, and we two deep (Movie)
Down on the Hill screamin’, “Whoopty” (Whoopty)
I could neva’ get lined by a groupie
I be cruisin' the Hill with my toolie
Lil' Quan, calm fit, wanna scoop me
You could jack my shit ‘cause I’m whoopy
I could fight, knuckle up, catch a two piece
Back out stab you get ripped like it's loose leaf

And I'm tryna' get high pass the UE
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Oh, he think he tough ‘cause he got a vest?
Face shot gang, you know I’m with the Jets
Jackin’ a O, then, you know it’s over
Can’t get jiggy when you on a poster
PJ Glizzy tryna’ be a soldier (PJ)
Beat box gang, he goin’ out like Noah (Noah)
Leave a n***a flat, lookin’ like a-
Just copped me a Tommy, no, I’m finna ghost ‘em
Thought he was dead, went to cop a roll up
Nurses is nervous, tryna’ get ‘em sewed up
[Verse 2: Justo B]