[Intro]
(Vinny, my name's Vinny)
(Vinny?)
(Vinny Bag O' Donuts, how are you?)
(OJ, I don't think they ready for this one)
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n***as)

[Verse 1: Jae100]
Ayo bro, go bring that JB out, heard they posted up
And ya bitch don't think you hard enough, that's why she let me fuck
I'ma trapper, I'm in love with money, yea I gotta rush
Get on that court, and go bust a hat, that's how you earn my trust
I swear to God, don't touch my hat, I'ma leave you flat
See them n***as in my DM, not in person, they gettin' smacked
I'm a team player, fuck you thought, I get 1k my last
I ain't givin' out no passes, I blick without my mask

[Verse 2: Li Rambo & F5ive]
Uh, this shit ain't fun, they shootin' back, them n***as target practice
He felt that hot shit, know them bullets stingin' like a cactus
Ain't gettin' back, like what the hell, I guess y'all was attractin'
He was talkin' savage, he was lackin', n***a he ain't have it
We get that drop up on ya ass, we slidin', we arrivin'
He got hit up, they had some faces, dumbass ain't survivin'
We got that news, that n***a died, I'm rollin' up and smilin'
There go that n***a, he can't hide, I knew I recognized 'em
This just a message to the opps, you better not post up on that block
They beggin' me, "Stop that dissin', and stop that spinnin'," I can't stop
We get that drop on where he stay, yea we be bendin' every day (5)
Sat in his crib, that n***a trippin', we gon' get 'em out the way (5, 5, 5, 5)
[Verse 3: F5ive]
5, fuck he talkin' for, we on court, we super active
Switches on them Glocks, and make them bitches shoot rapid
Head down, man down, nobody in the casket
N***as talkin' all that killin' shit, but he ain't really active
I think he tried to run, get off the couch, but I don't know what happened
All that clickin' up and dickridin', we break 'em down like fractions
You know how many steps it take to get a vic?
I don't know, just know my last vic got hit all in his shit
I can score a blitz, my youngins, go ahead, and set the pick
We ain't going back and forth with n***as who ain't doin' shit

[Verse 4: Jae100 & F5ive]
Ayo 5, we gon' let these n***as have it, I ain't playin'
In the car with big Choppas, I don't panic
Come thru, torch they whole fuckin' block, like we ain't planet
We gon' slide 7 days out the week, they can't stand it
Like what you gon' do, put them goons on you
They don't do not rappin', hop out clappin', I just warned you
5, where you goin', just let me know, you know I'm goin' too
I'ma hop out, drawn too
Ayo bro you see this n***a, run and go ahead, torch 'em
Put that beam right up on his back, like where ya goin' to?
Hah, dickhead, we gon' torch em

[Verse 5: Li Rambo]
And you know I'm smokin' up, I bet you know-ow who I'm smokin'
And I pass the rock to brodie, best believe it if he open
Keep on spinnin' blocks, I'm gettin' bored, them n***as never posted
We in that stolo on they side, you know we tryna catch a vic
Man he a bitch, he had the shot and blew it, yea that n***a missed
You name droppin' in them disses, but the opps ain't doin' shit
Stop cappin' in this shit lil n***a, you ain't get shit back in blood
He fucked up on what he did, he should've knew right what it was
You typin' with the opps, we gon' get that n***a just because