[Verse 1: L'A Capone]
The opps ridin' so I got to keep the cannon up
It's funny that he mentioned it I guess I am a nut
Slash zookeeper 'cause folks is an animal
Now keep up, yo bitch we need her
Only 13 watchin' 'em put the keys up
The .45 made homie freeze up
Got on, next thing you know I had to re-up
Steady rollin' up thoinks in the dutch
Just a wild young n***a I ain't never give a fuck
Killas out lurkin', got broski in the cut
Bad bitch on the left of me screamin' "What's up?"
All it's goin' take for me to get the black 8
Drop rakes, jump gates, then they put the red tape
Feds on our ass, 59th ain't safe
Just a lot of young hot heads at 6-Trey
Free them hittas, there's a couple of 'em left
But don't think shit's sweet 'cause you can still meet death
Fix his ass up if he need a repair
Never fall for a bitch, love don't sleep here
Got money over here, got money over there
Triple stacks in my system, thoinky in the air

[Verse 2: Rondonumbanine]
I say 600 n***as, yeah we pull them triggas
Yeah we going hard, we cashin' out
OTF, FTO, my n***as we all spazzin' out
D Rose got that 30 clip
Shots fired n***a, you better dip
Man L'A finnna smoke a zip
Then let an opp meet the 30 clip
Got a red bone with big hips
And a foreign car I just zipped
My team winnin', ain't no L's
SnitchK, I can't tell
Killin' shit like Fat Trel
See an opp, he better bail
Sendin' shots, they show and tell
Tec hit you now yo ass nailed
Steve Drive, fuck the opposite
808 got a n***a lit
Got money so it's fuck a bitch
Throwin' L's sayin' "Free Slick"
Fuck the jakes. I would never snitch
Mac-11 hit yo face quick
Stain his ass and I hit the dip
This shit real, not a movie clip
[Verse 3: L'A Capone]
We really on KD, me, Malik, and Lil Dee
Dreads swingin in my face, black hoodie ACG
The way we do hits got the cops like "Geez"
Stop all of that drillin, we beggin, just please
The bitch on her knees soundin' like she can't breathe
Feelin' like I can't breathe smokin' trees out the tree
Rest in peace Steve, can't believe they took bro
Put it on 2-4, he was so kick-door
You already know how the street shit go
Catch an opp, drill an opp, shotty leave him on the floor
D-Thang block, n***as knowin' how we rock
Fat slugs like they came in a Milk Duds box
And if you want the cake, gotta flip those rocks
Gotta hit them stains, and swindle them thots

[Verse 4: Rondonumbanine]
We send shots n***a
Fuck the cops n***a
In the field where them hittas let them Glocks hit ya
We tote mops n***a
So don't get popped n***a
We got mops n***a
So don't get mopped n***a
'Cause we some savages posted that's with them jocks n***a
Green beam on yo head so don't get dropped n***a
I sold the block n***a
Steve Drive fuck the cops n***a
We savages, we scorin', we can't stop n***a
FTO you a fuck n***a
Me and L'A will drop n***as