[Intro: Billionaire Black]
Since y'all think bars died
Gang (Copo)

[Verse 1: Billionaier Black]
Okay, gun off safety, so it's on critical
Dissin' me a waste of time, I swear these rappers pitiful

[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
And they ain't fuckin' with the squad 'cause they not lyrical
We always keep it real, they just pretendin' to

[Verse 3: Boss Krizzy]
Hatin' on the squad, that's what they tend to do
Keep the nine on the waist, it's nothin' to get rid of you

[Verse 4: Billionaire Black]
All my n***as trigger-happy, gate-jumpin' criminals
Have your mama cryin', all-black at your funeral

[Verse 5: FBG Duck]
Don't make me send my shooters through, do you know what we'll do to you?
Have your eyes closed, hands folded in a linen suit

[Verse 6: Boss Krizzy]
Real n***as in the booth, nothin' but the fuckin' truth
Keep on talkin' crazy, you gon' end up on the fuckin' news
[Verse 7: Billionaire Black]
My lil' n***as, they dangerules, oops, I mean they dangerous
N***as keep on sneak dissin', I'ma let my banger bust

[Verse 8: FBG Duck]
Do not come in this warzone, bitch, you cannot hang with us
You ain't bust them things with us or stand in this rain with us

[Verse 9: Boss Krizzy]
So please proceed with caution, my n***as keep their banger tucked
Posted on the block with them killers posted in the cut

[Verse 10: Billionaire Black]
Chopper with a knife on it, smoke his ass like angel dust
Let them bullets burn, I let it burn like Usher Raymond, bruh

[Verse 11: FBG Duck]
If you ain't down with my team, you must be off cocaine and some'
You must think I'm a lame and some', you lyin', bitch, you ain't stainin' nothin'

[Verse 12: Boss Krizzy]
Fuck around with us, get your ass nipped and tucked
Mama should've told you not to fuck around with murderers

[Verse 13: Billionaire Black]
My n***as do home invasions, kick doors, burglarers
Plus my name hold weight, bitch, I know you heard of us
[Verse 14: FBG Duck]
Red beam, blue beam, lookin' like Papa Smurf
Leave his family hurt, throwin' flowers on top of dirt

[Verse 15: Boss Krizzy]
Keep on playin' games, you'll end up on a shirt
Come through, spray the block, make the whole block desert

[Verse 16: Billionaire Black]
Wet him up, the .40 squirt, my lil' n***as put in work
30-shot clip, we get to clappin' like a concert