[Intro]
(Dre Banks, can you fuck with it?)

[Verse 1: Rundown Spaz]
We got his brains gone with no trace ain't talkin' CPN
Bothernem straight turned this shit to ham, he'll never beef again
N***as all on live, showin' glitches, tell 'em squeeze it then
Don't make me hit their street, make n***as beat they feet again
Like what's the knowledge? Thirteen, wasn't at school, I was out catching bodies
Skipping, bendin' blocks without no heart with that [?] beside me
Mr. Up It, run down on your mans, bet ain't a n***a try me
Ain't with the muggin', n***a look too long, leave his face right beside him
You hear clapping sounds at Pack Town when bronеm acting wild
I won't do no talkin' with none of the opps, just walk up, clap him down
Couple of n***as I grеw up with turned opps, like where they at right now?
Lil Jackboy, Kiddo, TJ, and Lil [?], they all a pack right now

[Verse 2: YBC Dul]
You heard what he said, you disrespect and that's another body
Labels tryna sign me, I'm still selling bows and selling [?]
And he tried bust a trap and face got hit all on his body
Left him 10 milli' and a Drac' and [?] ridin' shottie
Took a n***a drip, came out with beads, he look like Lil Yachty
Came to the car, look back, that got it, yo, I already know we got him
Booker clocked out the McButton, clocked it
He posting paragraphs about his homies, nobody know who shot him
Pulled right up to the side, 10 milli' rock, goddamn, that's a double homi'
Beat up the block, hit that bitch from both sides I'm with [?], [?], and Rocky
N***a, it's Mr. Disrespectful, I don't give a fuck who you is, n***a, I will disrespect you
N***a, it's Mr. Disrespectful
Buddy and the Fro and the Rizzy and the Snipe