[Intro: WODDY]
Bow, bow
Wick made this beat

[Verse 1: WODDY]
I keep one up top
I was just on the line with the Jet, free Bop
Shot after shot, gotta watch how he hop
Any Makk in the spot gettin’ shot on the spot (gettin’ shot)
Free Loozo, brodie was makin’ it hot
Free Jigga, they got em sitting up top
50 MAC on nine, I’m still smacking the chop
I’m still ballin’ for Diddy, this shit never stop
Beter move out the way when I come on the block
Almost empty the clip but he scream on the cops
Like, I don’t know how n***as linkin’ with opps
You was raising ya hand, I was raising my Glock
Man this shit gettin’ sweet I can park in they lot
Tryna run from the beam, all he saw was the dot
When we leavе on the scene cation tapе and the cops
Free Sheemey, Nazzy just came out the spot (Bow, bow, ahhh)
Like, drill after drill, it took 25 minutes to get to the Hill
Is you coming and throwing or taking the wheel?
I ain’t know where to go, I ain’t have Uncle Phill
Bust a left, you gotta go for the kill
Told em step, I’m try a get me a mill
When I spin with the Rips think I play for the bail
Don’t be sayin’ my name if you don’t go on a drill (Bow, bow, bow)
So many ooters that play with my rain
When I spin with Jb he go hard in the paint
I was sippin’ the wock, I was sippin’ the drink
I ain’t trustin’ not thot, I ain’t trustin’ no link
[Verse 2: Mhady2Hottie & Mdot 59]
Like, this not a game
I was been bendin’ blocks way before all this fame
N***as know how I get, they can’t play with name
Ever since we lost bro we put in that pain (Bow, bow, bow)
And I’m still taking risks
I got a big gun, I ain’t using my fist (ain’t using my fist)
TND n***as know how we get (TND)
It’s a couple of drills I can never admit
Like, free all my demons, they either booked for a body of they locked for attempts (Shhhhh, word to my dead)
Like, I really be feinin’
I hit so much opps with the clock, like “Damn, when the fuck do I miss?”
Then the bro’s start thinking, they ask me like “How do I do it?”
I told em “I just got a gift”
(Like, free all my demons, they either booked for a body of they locked for attempts, Bow, bow, bow)
(Like, I really be feinin’
I hit so much opps with the clock, like “Damn, when the fuck do I miss?” Bow)
(Then the bro’s start thinking, they ask me like “How do I do it?”
I told em “I just got a gift”)

[Verse 3: Mdot 59]
W- w- when I spin with the blazer, he ootin' like damn
When I slide with the Jet better stay out his lane
I- I’m with ape, you can't play with his rank
Every trip on the Makks we was letting it rain
Th- throw up the Jet when I step in the Hill
Throw on the beam tryna got for the kill
Tryna bend on the Makk, I don’t need me a pill
But I slide with the Jet, I don’t care how they feel
Most of the opps had em duckin’ they hat
When I slide with Jb, he go’n knock of a dread
I would this spot, but Bino was dead
I can’t count how much times they was ducking the lead
Went for the kill every time that I cried
Never needed a soul, on my dolo I slide
Ge- get in that mode when a Jet fly by
When I get in that mode I just yell “Prime time”
I was just phone with the Rip, free mix
We was just on the Makks, how the fuck do they diss?
Just on the Davo, 64 strip
Had to throw up the F, I made most of them dip
Can name one time on the opps that I ain’t flick
Down on my ass, had to get me a lick
Four time game, man I shoot for the win
I be prayin’ to god every time that I sin (Bow, bow)