[Intro: EBK Young Joc]
Ayy, shake somethin', I be with pits, n***a
I ain't talkin' Madden how we hitstick him with this stick, n***a
We strip n***as
Who like to blitz n***as
(LegendMadeAnotherOne)

[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc & Drakeo the Ruler]
Ayy, shake somethin', I be with pits, n***a
I ain't talkin' Madden how we hitstick him with this stick, n***a
We strip n***as
Around here, we like to blitz n***as
Oh, you don't believe us, then you better ask your big n***as
She play my songs, oh, you get mad you beat your bitch, n***a? (Ayy, what the fuck?)
Rock up on him, put the Glock up on him, ayy, eat this clip, n***a
Pirus, couple Don moves, shoutout my crip n***as
Spatular behind this lil' Glock, boy, don't get flipped with it (Blrrt)
That last trip me and my n***as we went on, you know we meant business
Knocked a n***a down, threw him with the fishes, now his shit swimmin' (Ham)
Flexin' with these racks, got racks on racks just like we hit tennis
He ain't got a pole, tryna hop in this load, he can't get in it (Ayy, what the fuck?)
Boy Superbowl, asked him, heard you froze, now you big spendin' (Man)
My bitch ass so fat, nah, I ain't gon' cap, love she gon' eat spinach (No cap)
Square-ass n***a, pizza box, it's like he deep dishing
Trippin' off the Drac', I woke up trippin' like my heat ism (N***a, you know the truth, what the fuck?)
[Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler]
I just grabbed me a heater, about to deep dish her
Street sweeper, it'll put you in a deep blender
Big machete on the K, but this a meat cleaver
And the K is a cannibal, it like to eat people
You ain't never outside, stop all that sneak dissin'
I gave you ninety-nine shots, n***a, that's three Pippens
I just spent 24K, it came with three ribbons
I know I get my drank on and I'ma keep sippin'
I got three winders in the car equipped with three switches
That's a Glock 17 for ADD patients
Finna kick this n***a door down, can ADT save him?
My nina fuckin' everybody for me, she such a sweet lady
You gotta go, you gotta go, today God's choice was three babies
"Drakeo, can you come to the clubI gave her three maybes"
Yeah, we'll see you later
When I come through, I'm makin' Mr. T statements
See the glitter on my neck? I know he hate me
I'm finna pull up on his bitch and make her eat babies
Be done crushed his lil' heart, he find out she paid me
Purse first, go to work, it's for me, thank you, ugh