[Intro]
Ahhh Man, Ahh
Grah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah Yeah
We on they block, we back on they block
Ayo Benzo get that n***a
We back on they block
How he run, tryna put a n***a in a box


[Chorus - Dee Play4Keeps & Benzo B]
We back on they block again
We tryna put a n***a in a box
So why is he ducking these shots?
Setty, we still, smoking ya pops
Caught one to his leg, i’m smoking Mdot
Yus and Nesty them n***as is popped
I’m yelling out Ewee, free SB, brodie got the spot
Catch him snoozing when he off the lean
Big knock, red beam
We on they block tryna flock for the P
And whatever I shoot is gon put him to sleep
Did him like Pop ‘fore the light turn green
Nay, Fries, stuck in a spleef
Dougie, hollow, one to the knee
Bitch we back on they block and don’t get put on a tee
[Verse 1 - Dee Play4Keeps]
Come here, where you goin? We was just tryna prosper
[?] ran up on me caught a hot one (Kal G)
You can’t be O’s you was not tryna [?]
But yall wanna play, okay, lets play
Nay, Blay, Ray
And i’m still smoking Jay EK
And i’m still smoking Jay EK
I ain’t ducking nobody, only ducking my case

[Verse 2 - Benzo B]
Like I’m from the hill where this shit can get gritty
Catch a shot if you think we ain’t sitchy
I ain’t trusting no thot all these bitches too mixy
They ain’t around when shit getting rizzy
Know whats up with my block and we running the town
Spot an opp then we gunning them down
Brodie a demon he shoot every round
Just got off the lock but got keys in the pound

[Verse 3 - Dee Play4Keeps & Benzo B]
Gaddy had died I was laughing (Gaddy!)
That was tragic
Shaq Ratty, he done got put in a casket
No more smoking on E with the Dot they capping
Saw Jay Rilla, I shoulda slapped him
He saw [?] think she a bad bitch
Free 21 n***a free all my savages
We was spinning they block letting n***as have it
Too tact with a ski in the deli
Bitch i’m with Benzo the B
It’s me and bro, yeah we too deep
Like, we tryna click on a Ski (Ski Ski)
That’s what he yell out, i’m bout to flock it
Tell lil Ceewuu, he need to stop it
If I pull up to your block n***a Imma -
N***a imma pop it
Aight bet, catch Dotty Hound (Whoopty)
All that [?] shit make him drop it
Yall need to stop all the nonsense
On they block with the knock in my pocket
D’s on my body I ain’t tossing no knocks
Bitch I walk in the spot and I’m yelling whats rocking
If he got what we like then we taking his profit
[Chorus - Dee Play4Keeps & Benzo B]
We back on they block again
We tryna put a n***a in a box
So why is he ducking these shots?
Setty, we still, smoking ya pops
Caught one to his leg, i’m smoking Mdot
Yus and Nesty them n***as is popped
I’m yelling out Ewee, free SB, brodie got the spot
Catch him snoozing when he off the lean
Big knock, red beam
We on they block tryna flock for the P
And whatever I shoot is gon put him to sleep
Did him like Pop ‘fore the light turn green
Nay, Fries, stuck in a spleef
Dougie, hollow, one to the knee
Bitch we back on they block and don’t get put on a tee