[Verse 1: Celly Ru]
I came in this bitch with hella poles on me, they notice me
They gon' tell if I try smokin' him
It's brazy in the streets, you know I got my lil' bro with me
We flame shit in the streets, but if we in the pen', I'm pokin' him, you hear me?
See him on the Eastside and I'm smoking him
Stood there and I watched the body drop, blood, it was dope to me
I just wanna pop another opp and then go overseas
Out here by my lonely, just lil' homies, free the older G's
Huh, n***a, I got a big bag
Is you a trick? Gettin' paid today and let the bitch have it
Told blood that I ain't tryna fight, I just bitch-slapped him
Hard time tryna kill that n***a, he was zig-zagging
How you let them kill your bruh and ain't let shit happen?
We would've threw him in the trunk, but that'd be kidnapping
Your brother dead, bitch, and you keep talkin' 'bout a shit baggie
Forty-eight hundred for the purse to make the bitch happy
She done sent the 30K and threw that shit at me
I might go get an AP and have my wrist dancin'
Them n***as told and you still hanging with they bitch asses
And ain't no comin' back from snitchin', I don't give passes
Lil' pussy n***a told and gave the run-around, we run the town
Funk with us, you better have a gun around
I just threw a couple extra shots because I love the sound
Used to love the G-Lock, got an FN, I don't want it now
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I ain't drivin' past and shootin', I'ma run 'em down
Hit his midsection with the Glock, he need a stomach now
I know the n***a died when he got hit, he made a hummin' sound
Used to play the band and tote sticks, but I'm the drummer now
Big four-nickel clog his system, he need a plumber now
I couldn't shoot a ball when I was small, I got a jumper now
Shooting guard when I touch the rock, watch me put forty down
Whacked a n***a on my InstaSnap and took the story down
I'm in Cali wearing Ballys, me and Celly Ru
Popped him in the head and keep shooting until I smell him poo
Twenty-eight shots left in the chop, I just dropped seventy-two
Hit a n***a up close with a fifty, turn his head to two
Ayy, these n***as all liars
Burn a n***a up close with the K and start a small fire
22 leave more holes in his body than a dog buyer
Try me, you gon' die, 'cause we slidin' like we on bald tires