[Intro]
Gang
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt
Grrah Bitch
Aye, foenem
Gang, gang, bitch

[Chorus]
Your next move be your best move (Shoot lil' n***a)
You wanna tote pipes but you scared to (Shoot lil’ n***a)
Run in your house lead me to that stack ('fore I shoot lil' n***a)
You make the wrong move that’s your ass (We gon' shoot lil' n***a)
Came barefaced mother fuck a mask (What it do lil' n***a)
Tryna' shake my hand but I don't know his ass (Who the fuck is you lil' n***a)
Your jewelry fake worry bout that trash (That shit foo' lil’ n***a)
The feds on me tell em’ kiss my ass (Outwest shit)

[Verse 1 - Lud Foe]
We hit the club, bitch we got the mag
We hit the mall where all of em [?] (That's what we do lil’ n***a)
Your bitch called no answer she get mad (Your bitch blue lil' n***a)
I'm racing stopping traffic in that jag (Let me thru lil' n***a)
You flodging stealin clothes boy that shit sad (That’s what you do lil' n***a?)
I call my plug I need 100 packs (Send that shit thru lil' n***a)
I'm outwest, rolling off a flat (I'm off a deuce lil' n***a)
I'm outwest, totin on this mac (Grrahh, grrah, got my tool lil' n***a)
Talking smack he better watch his back (Coming thru lil' n***a)
He talking cash but his pockets flat
I stomp a n***a leave his body flat (On my mother fuckin boots lil' n***a)
He wifin bummy hoes why they do that? (You front your move lil' n***a)
[?] I hit hoes from the back (I'm running thru them bitches)
I'm off some xanax I mix it with the flats (I'm running thru them bitches)
Motherfucking jewelry look like lemonade (I'm shinin')
Put ecstasy all up in my Gatorade
[Chorus]
Your next move be your best move (Shoot lil n***a)
You wanna tote pipes but you scared to (Shoot lil' n***a)
Run in your house lead me to that stack ('fore I shoot lil' n***a)
You make the wrong move that's your ass (We gon' shoot lil' n***a)
Came barefaced mother fuck a mask (What it do lil' n***a)
Tryna' shake my hand but I don't know his ass (Who the fuck is you lil' n***a)
Your jewelry fake worry bout that trash (That shit foo' lil' n***a)
The feds on me tell em' kiss my ass (Outwest shit)

[Verse 2 - SG Batman]
Seen an opp in traffic hopped out then we threw them bitches
Always talk bout poppin pills bitch I really do them bitches
Choppa smoke a n***a block, barbecue them bitches
These lil' n***as tryin to steal my style, I should sue them bitches
Off the shits I'm on a mission
.40 shoot with good precision
Bitch I went from rags to riches
Ain't no thots up in my kitchen
Bitch get out I'm water whippin
Purple sippin green count
Choppa's rip his brain out
Shorty leakin like a fountain
I hang with murderers and burglars (Don't do it)
"We ain't known in these streets" I know you n***as heard of us
Ain't no lackin bitch we gotta keep our hammer tucked
Imma big dawg bitch to me you n***as amateurs
Bitch imma star take a look at my wrist
My diamonds is yellow is looking like piss
Foenem got choppas and shit
I be with robbers and shit (Grrah, Grrah)
We always startin' some shit
Cause' we always poppin' some shit
I always with robbers n shit cause we always coppin' some shit
Gang Gang
[Chorus]
Your next move be your best move (Shoot lil n***a)
You wanna tote pipes but you scared to (Shoot lil' n***a)
Run in your house lead me to that stack ('fore I shoot lil' n***a)
You make the wrong move that's your ass (We gon' shoot lil' n***a)
Came barefaced mother fuck a mask (What it do lil' n***a)
Tryna' shake my hand but I don't know his ass (Who the fuck is you lil' n***a)
Your jewelry fake worry bout that trash (That shit foo' lil' n***a)
The feds on me tell em' kiss my ass (Outwest shit)