[Intro: Migo Domingo & YRN Murk]
John Wic, what happinin' man?
Domingo
Aye, I think these n***as got this shit fucked up
All the way confused
All this rapping shit, social media shit
Man we'll really pull up

[Verse: Migo Domingo & YRN Murk]
I don't give a fuck, we'll pull up
With dirty sticks, me and John Wic
Hit 'em in the shit
Point blank range, fuck n***a can't miss
I don't like half of these pussy n***as anyway
Broad daylight, I got a hunnid round on the K
All this sneak dissing, I'ma put it right in your face
Jugging over here lil boy, you better pick another way
Migo the gang they say that we ruthless
We pull up and shoot shit
We move like the mob
This is a family, we not recruiting
You know what that mean
Only day one n***as keep on my team
I bet that my killers gon' clear out the scene
Fifty plus fifty in my magazine
Hundred round chopper
All these damn shots, you would've thought I was a doctor
Keep a nine on me you would've thought I was Ibaka
I'ma shoot the first n***a, Mad Max off Shottas
[?] drank, kill his [?] off shottas
Kick the front door in, hit your ass with the shotty
X a n***a out then I got another body
Jumping off the top rope like I'm Scottie 2 Hottie
Hold it down bitch, don't tell nobody
Grittin' my teeth cause I'm biting down the molly
I know I'm paranoid, I don't trust nobody
Shooting headshots n***a, we don't aim at the body
I'm really with the shit, I pull up with the sticks
We can shoot it out or we can really hit
Whatever you with, we on the same
I don't want the fame, I just want the money
The fifties and hundreds, this shit not a game
So if you play with it, we pull up and gun it