[Intro]
Bap, bap, bap
Grrt
Grrt
Free all the fucking guys
Grrt

[Chorus]
I know the opps ain't doing well
SK just got sent to hell
I should say Jai Parker-Ford in case SK don't ring a bell
Know his mama fuckin' pissed, her son's a bitch and she could tell
Now the n***a fuckin dead cause he was dissing 28Ville

[Verse]
It's not okay he ain't did shit to us but diss the guys
He know deep down that we the reason why he stay inside
His steppers dead, in other words his pack is still alive
And all these n***as do is talk to bitches, diss on live
Don't understand why n***as dissing then they run and hide
4s is popping out, lil' bitch you better have your .9
He madе a track, that shit was wack, I'm tryna take his mind
And on my bro, he dissing 2Eight but nevеr slid to the sides
I never would've thought I had to walk 'round with a itchy
But these pussies tryna get me, so you know I got it with me
And if it's me and Dizz up on the block, he holdin' fifty
Baby girl, that's just my bid, I swear to God it's not a stiffy
Creep up, head tap, tryna take a n***a hat
If he runnin' up on me I'm tryna leave a n***a flat
Approach with caution but on bro, don't step without your gat
These n***as pussy chasin' pussy way before the racks
And n***as know, if it isn't a .9, it's .40
Creep up and it's one in the head, just let it blow
In the trap, couple racks and even dog, it’s just a snow
And fuck apologies, we spin until he dead, can't let it go
N***as pussy, he a rookie, clutch his hip without a pole
He can look, but if he step, we click the switch and hit his dome
I been through too much shit, so I can’t go and that’s on bro
And fuck all of the opps, somebody's son can't make it home
[Chorus]
I know the opps ain't doing well
SK just got sent to hell
I should say Jai Parker-Ford in case SK don't ring a bell
Know his mama fuckin' pissed, her son's a bitch and she could tell
But now he's fuckin dead cause he was dissing 28Ville

[Outro]
Long live the guys
Free Zi, free Sleeze
Free Glizz
Bap
Bap
Great