[Edai]

All the opp hoes yea they hang wit' me
Six-Double O I tell 'em blow, they gon' bang for me
Talkin' 'bout how you gon' drill, boy thas' make-believe
Damn I think I'll call Fredo I got the 8 wit' me
Lotta' these rappers in the Chi they kinda fake to me
Started the drill music you should be thankin' me
Claim 2-4 but crackin' trey's man you fake to me
N***a claimin' L's, hell na he don't hang wit' me
Hold up you better slow up Cdai gon' blow some
Man down in yo' hood now nobody know nun'
(?) is up he got the lean, he gon' po' some
Rondo ain't for the convo, he gon' blow some
Er'body watchin' me damn I ain't know nun'
Got shot a couple times and n***a you ain't learn nun'?
Made you n***as wear the Gucci money ain't a thing to me
Whole time I got the blender shakin' dope in vacancy
Roll up I make her roll up, she gon' throat me
Talkin' 'bout watchu' gon' do, come and show me
How you fuck wit' n***as and you don't know 'em
Rock all that fake designer, that shit ain't normal
Get wet up I got the wetter, yea it split 'em
Can't trust her, she ( a rat bitch like Master Splinter
Fuck boys I know they bitch made, check your gender
But n***a he don't sell it why he trappin' in December?
He use too wanna be Six-Double O do you remember?
But Wuka got the choppa and the clip is a banana
Coolin' on Front Street and thas' on Indiana
All ma' n***as trained, they'll turn you to a phantom
Plenty these n***as heavy ain't got a penny
You diss me we get them semis and we be bandin'
Them semis they get too spittin' smoke like some chimneys
Man down we ain't playin' 'round you get the business
SQUAD!
All my 600's yea they hang wit' me
All my O'Blocks yea they hang wit' me
All my Lamrons yea they hang wit' me
All my Black Gates yea they hang wit' me
Callin' 4-6 yea they hang wit' me
Call up Young Money yea they hang wit' me (No 5-1)
N***as they don't bang wit' me
Squad ! Les' get it, I'm out