[Verse 1: BandGang LonnieBands]
We on a mile, the six, huh
Poured an eight of purple Wockhardt, we call it Prince, huh
R.I.P. my lil’ brother Perc’, I’ve been sick, huh
R.I.P. the last opp, n***a, rest in piss, huh
Chip reader ain’t stopping shit, I got that one [?]
On my daughter, made my first $50,000, n***a, on my first clip
Too much murder, mayhem, gotta know we come with this
You get caught in that jam, you better not tell them shit

[Verse 2: ShredGang Mone]
Ayy, I’m on the app with a stick on me
Lil’ yellow n***a, but more pull than your big homie
Flip a n***a 5-7, [??] n***a switch on me
Big Glock on me, drum on it with a switch on it
Heard she hoeing, so I’m sending that bitch out
Bitch talking down on me, but my dick all in her mouth
We was breaking down them P’s with them sticks all in her couch
Bitch can say what she want, but it’s pimping in the drought
Press, “Who?”, press, “What?”, press, “Uh!”, press, “Shit…”
Big Glock, it’s new, it’s on me, test this
Test me? You die. Must got a death wish
You must think we dry cleaning, all we do is press shit, n***a


[Verse 3: Teejayx6]
Slapped my lil’ cousin, man, that lil’ n***a awkward
I need some Hi-Tech, I’m ‘bout to go to the doctor
My cousin got Perc’s, he the neighbourhood doctor
Said you the plug, you can’t even find the socket
I ain’t tryna smoke your OG ‘cuz it’s sour
Last year I scammed Tyrique off a power
Slapped my lil’ brother ‘cuz I caught him smoking powder
N***as turn fake and animated, like Chowder
I don’t wanna fuck with that bitch, ‘cuz she childish
Killed one of my opps and I left him on an island
I’m so fucking blowed, I can’t see through my eyelids
I don’t wanna fuck with you, n***a, you fuck with lil’ kids
[Verse 4: Drego]
We was playing with them tools before pro tools
We was taking them off the streets and put them on the news
We was out here in the streets, you was still in school
Found out what they going for, I had to send some blues
And my dawg was cooking up, I had to send some food
You ain’t tryna get in this? You a fucking fool
We left blood on his feet like he rocking Lou’s
Uh, we was tryna catch an opp, ‘cuz it wasn’t nothing to do
Bitch, we was hopping out of choppas, back like [?]
Flashlight on, top off, it’s gon’ blind them like you wanna rape kids
We was kicking n***as out the gang, said he wanna slide but he don’t wanna spray his
He was a n***a at the gas station passing out CDs, like I’m ‘bout to play his