[Intro: Young Gino]
Yeah (gang), squad, gang, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Gino]
Middle fingers to my old homies, I'm a opp to an opp, so I gotta keep a pole on me
All these new n***as, who the fuck is you? I don't know homie, smokin' dead n***as, you can fuck around and smell the souls on me
You'll die if you put your nose on me
Only fuck with real n***as, talkin' 'bout real killers who'll never ever, ever fold on me
N***as actin' like they real, fuckin' gangster on social media, but we already know you told, homie
I'm a Day-Day Boy, so I got a roll on me
See your bitch and I know she gon' go for me
Shooters in the cut and they'll blow for me
If you disrespect bro, we'll smoke buddy
Pull up with a nick' and now we tryna smoke buddy
Pour a eight in the lean and it's so muddy
Head shot, face shot, leave your face bloody
Can't see him, closed casket 'cause his face chubby
My n***as, they savage, won't say nothin'
My n***as, they hungry, we ain't nothin'
Call Neezy up, yeah, he'll shake somethin'
Opps say they gon' kill me, but they stay stuntin'
Every time we hit their block, man, they stay runnin'
Every time we hit their block, man, they stay runnin'

[Verse 2: Duke Acapela]
Ain't no lackin' in the field, keep a pole on me (no lackin')
He a pussy, he a bitch, I'll expose homie
Got a 30 in the MAC with a roll on me
And this 30 that I got, it'll fold homie
I'll smoke a n***a ass like BP
See a lot of opp n***as wanna be me
In the trap with the guys, smokin' Hi-C
Or I might be smokin' on Pappy
Fuck Dirt, fuck Redd, fuck Timo
Opp n***as, they be givin' out info
2 Cups got stretched like a limo
Sneak dissin', get you gone like Heno
Pull up, do a hit out the veno
Head shot, get you gone like Keyo
G-.40 drop a n***a like a PO
Opp n***as catchin' bullets like Te'o

[Verse 3: Young Gino & Duke Acapela]
Got shooters in the field like KD
I'm from the Pole, where it's cold like an AC
Know a lot of opp n***as wanna kill me
Ain't no lackin' in the field, keep a 30
Head shots get 'em gone in a hurry
Renegade, we ain't got no worries
Catch a opp, hit a block, we lurkin'
Head shot put his brain on his jersey
You can get the whole clip, we ain't stingy
Lil Duke gon' squeeze 'til it's empty
Gino off the flats and the Remy
We be wildin', doin' hits with the semi
Got a 30 shots stuffed in the Fendi
Catch a fuck n***a tryna come end me
Why you mad 'cause I'm Day-Day World, bitch?
That's Thorndale and Winthrop: Renegade City (gang)