[Intro: Yung Solo & FBG Duck]
Oh, oh
Solo, what up, bro? (Flexx Beats)
They already know how I'm rockin', bro
From Brooklyn all the way to Chiraq, man (Band-Band-Band—)
Chiraq, what it do?
Gang members only
NY shit
You know I'm talmbout?
Huh? (BandKamp)
Gang

[Chorus: Yung Solo & FBG Duck]
These n***as say they flex, fuck up out my face (Fuck out my face)
They steady tellin' lies, nothin' more to say (At all)
These hoes tryna fuck, they all up in our face (Huh?)
They wanna go right now, nothin' more to say (Let's get it)
From Brooklyn to Chiraq, bitch, we run them states (Gang)
Nothin' more to say, ain't nothin' more to say (At all)
Huh? Ain't nothin' more to say (FBG shit)
(Solo, what up, broski? Shout out all my Brooklyn n***as)
Huh? Ain't nothin' more to say (FBG, bitch)
(Gang)

[Verse 1: FBG Duck]
Look, I always been real, I never been fake, boy, I'm not a goofy (No, no, no)
Pull on your block with the Uzi, then start shootin' a movie (Skrrt, brrt)
N***as be knowin' whеn the gang pop out, the bitches bе choosin' (Gang)
All of my n***as is winnin', all of you n***as is losin' (Gang, turn up)
Man, shout out to all my gang n***as (Gang)
No new n***as around, I fuck with the same n***as (Squad)
I'm faded off Mary Jane, n***a (Dope)
Clout Boyz, we be flyer than planes, n***a (Gang)
I hear what you sayin', the gun'll start sprayin', so n***a, don't play with me (Boom-boom, gang)
I left the Glock in the house, today, n***a, I brought the 'K with me (Brrt, woo)
You can get shot in the face, no, I am not talkin' photo (Boom-boom, woo)
I'm coolin' in Brooklyn with gang, n***a, shout out my bro Solo, gang
[Chorus: Yung Solo]
These n***as say they flex, fuck up out my face (Fuck out my face)
They steady tellin' lies, nothin' more to say (At all)
These hoes tryna fuck, they all up in our face (Huh?)
They wanna go right now, nothin' more to say (Yung Lo)
From Brooklyn to Chiraq, bitch, we run them states (You already know how I rock, RDESMG)
Nothin' more to say, ain't nothin' more to say (FBG shit)
Huh? Ain't nothin' more to say (GWBMG)
Huh? Ain't nothin' more to say (Let's get it)

[Verse 2: Yung Solo]
These n***as say they flex, well, that's a lie (That's a lie)
These hoes tryna fuck, man, that's their alibi (Dumb thot)
They tryin' get close to a real n***a (Huh?)
RDESMG, bitch, I'm a trill n***a (Gang)
Ain't nothin' more to say, get the fuck out my face (See ya)
Before I spray the MAC and take you off the map (Boom-boom, boom)
Ayy, I'm a Brooklyn n***a, but I'm fuckin' with Chiraq (Huh?)
On FBG shit, lil' n***a, you get whacked (Squad)
Shout out to L Dot, shout out to WurkBoy (Gang)
Duck, that's my n***a, you get murked, boy (Let's get it)
My hitters gang members, you can't bang with us (Nah)
And if you broke, boy, you can't hang with us (Gang, gang, gang)

[Chorus: Yung Solo]
These n***as say they flex, fuck up out my face (Fuck out my face)
They steady tellin' lies, nothin' more to say (At all)
These hoes tryna fuck, they all up in our face (Huh?)
They wanna go right now, nothin' more to say (Let's get it)
From Brooklyn to Chiraq, bitch, we run them states (Gang)
Nothin' more to say, ain't nothin' more to say (At all)
Huh? Ain't nothin' more to say
Huh? Ain't nothin' more to say (Let's get it)