[Intro]
Gunplay, Gunplay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Fuck a Tooka Gang, let the ruger sing, keep the choppas where I stand
Catch him lackin', give him like 10, then I'm rollin' off that tram
Bitch, O'Block, yeah, we rock, they dissin' on my mans
Just one phone call to BossTop, they drummin' like a band
For L'A, like everyday, I'm on the Bricks with my mans (True)
We throw L's up, keep your head up 'cause we comin' through in that van
Motherfuck the law, they got brodie 'nem, free Booka out that jam
Shoutout Front$treet, OBG Young Money and the Lam
In the cut with that 30 popper, can't make no mistake
When I pop out, they take off, it's lookin' like a race
30 blowin', I'm chokin', gun smoke all in my face
I gotta flee the scene, got the beam cut, ain't tryna catch no case
We play for keeps in the fuckin' field and we ain't got no refs
Steady sevin' these fuckboys, 600 the top chef
I'm just D-Block, 600, cock hats to the left
In this war shit, we conquer and fight 'till the death
Ridin' down the 1 lookin' for you dummies, 100 shots Tommy better start runnin'
These Young Moneys have no money, I go broke to take your money
They Clout Boyz, we clap though, we posted up right by the store
Ain't shit sweet that mac'll blow, fuck a opp bitch I'll whack a hoe
And gunplay what we bout, big folks 'nem like cool-out
We showed up at your house, wo talkin' we spaz out
Lil folks take the trash out, we sacked up, I cash out
Go cool at the trap house, smoke dope 'till I pass out
Hunnid up in my True jeans, guns on me when I hit the scene
I lean lean, off promethazine, all the G boys done left the scene
My entourage know I'm with the scenes, straight muggin' n***as just lookin' mean
Like 8 of us, got ning dings, nobody gon' try a damn thing
No Twitter, n***a, just follow me, got a lot of n***as that honor me
And I'm always where you wanna be, bitch, iced out like Mister T
Can't let these hoes get to me, so I fuck hoes like Lil Steve
And Tooka Gang so history, so killin' n***as ain't shit to me