[Intro]
Rock out, n***a, wit’ a guitar (Yeah, rock out, bitch)
4-448 gang, don’t ask who we are, BITCH (N***a know who we are, n***a)
Dra-Draco, hit it at that car, BI- (Hit it at that ca-)
(Underw6ter exclusive, bitch)
(Wake up, F1LTHY) (N***a got stick, yeah, yeah)
(Phew, phew, run down, yah, shit gon’ hit, n***a)
(Yah)

[Verse]
We get geeked as fuck, we juh’ go on that drill (We get geeked as fuck)
N***a partna’ locked up, you don't know how it feel (Yuh, on gang)
And you tell on yo’ partna’, I’m keepin’ it real (And you tell on yo’ partna’, n***a)
We just pop out that cut and hit ‘em with that steel, BITCH (What the fuck? Yuh, gang)
You told on yo’ partna’, what’s the deal?… (N***a, what’s the deal?)
BITCH (Five)
We gonna use his baby as a shield… (N***a as a shield)
FUCK n***a (Yuh, gang)
Spin on they block til’ they can’t even heal (We gon’ spin on they block, yuh)
Step back, shoot that bih’ like Bradley Beal
We juh’ gon’ catch ‘em slippin’, n***a, ‘nana peel, yuh (We juh’ gon’ catch you slippin’, n***a)
Fuck n***a
R-Rock out, n***a, wit’ a guitar, yeah (Yeah, rock out, bitch)
4-448 gang, don’t ask who we are, BITCH (N***a know who we are, n***a)
Dra-Draco, hit it at that car, BITCH (Hit it at that car)
I get geeked as fuck, I go to Mars, BITCH (N***a, I go to Mars, n***a)
[Outro]
(Yuh)
(On five, yuh)
(Bitch)