[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
How I go to heaven? I committed sin (Sin)
We come from that block, we wasn't born to win (Gang)
I feel close to God in that Cullinan (Skrrt)
Fill my momma house with AK's and them F&Ns, uh (Fah)
We gon' hunt the block (Fah, ah, ah)
Ayy, we come from the block (Ayy, brrah, brrah, blah)
Ayy, we gon' hunt the block (Ayy, blah, brrah, brrah)
Ayy, we come from the block (Gang, woo, woo, woo), brrah

[Verse 1: Poundside Pop]
Yeah, hundred round drum, put a n***a in a coffin (Ayy, gang)
Shittin' on these n***as, baby girl, I do this often (Yeah, do this often)
Shorty started talking that bullshit, that's when she lost me (Yeah)
2500, Zoo Gang, yeah, I'm the boss (Yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
Gotta expose a pussy rapper if you know he soft, yeah
Trippiе, that's my n***a, you play with brodie, that's gon' cost, yeah (That's gon' cost)
I can get my n***a to go and kill your friеnd (Go and kill your homie)
How I'm goin' to heaven? I committed sin (Comitted sin)
I was in the zoo, dancin' with the jits, yeah (Dancin' with the jits)
I don't need no friends, I just want the M's, yeah
I come from that block, I wasn't supposed to win, yeah
I been raisin' hell for all my dead friends, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
How I go to heaven? I committed sin (Sin, bitch)
We come from that block, we wasn't born to win (N***a, gang)
I feel close to God in that Cullinan (Too fire, skrrt)
Fill my momma house with AK's and them F&Ns, uh (Fah)
We gon' hunt the block (Fah, ah, ah)
Ayy, we come from the block (Ayy, brrah, brrah, blah)
Ayy, we gon' hunt the block (Ayy, blah, brrah, brrah)
Ayy, we come from the block (Gang, blah, brrah, brrah), brrah
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
(Phew, phew)
You know them bullets fly, .40 Glock
We can shoot it out, bitch, it's do or die
AP bustin', I got Rollie plain, then I blew it down
Hop out Wraith, so much jewelry on, this just suicide
.30 pokin', I get caught with that (Phew), then it's 2-5
Real member, I be with the guys
I'm like, "Who with slime?"
Hundred shooters, n***as soft ass taft, draco chew 'em down
Catch him lackin, n***a think he hot, we gon' cool 'em down
(Phew, phew, on God)
Bitch, I got gang with me, don't fuck with lame n***as
Got draco on me, they ain't took no chain, n***a
Fuck all this rap shit, used to sell that work, I switched up lanes, n***a
I'm with gravediggers, from 1500, bust your brain, n***a, uh

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Icewear Vezzo]
How I go to heaven? I committed sin (Sin, Drank God)
We come from that block, we wasn't born to win (Gang)
I feel close to God in that Cullinan (Skrrt)
Fill my momma house with AK's and them F&Ns, uh (Fah)
We gon' hunt the block (Fah, ah, ah)
Ayy, we come from the block (Ayy, brrah, brrah, blah)
Ayy, we gon' hunt the block (Ayy, blah, brrah, brrah)
Ayy, we come from the block (Gang, woo, woo, woo), brrah