[Verse 1: Rich Nunu]

I see niggas got jokes

Everyone trollin' and shit

So we catch one, do him like Ricky

I told brodie that's karma, cause we already know that Allah ain't forgivin' us, we got too many

Gotta stop wit' the pills for real

Had a convo wit' Boomer, he told me "Catch one send him wit' me"

Don't play wit' them kids, they'll leave you for real

They must've forgot how we doin' them Billy's

We took shh- from them and they hurt

And they tried to get back and take bro on his birthday

Heard he jackin' LP, but he be in the Veer

And if nobody there, thеn we out to the Kirk then

If I don't got thе V, I'ma shoot off to Wortman

Niggas so tough, 'til they see us in person

When they see us they be scared, niggas nervous

And we don't say much, but don't think we ain't lurkin'

And you don't know the pain from losin' a friend

Brodie got hit, so we seekin' revenge

We hopped in the V, tryna catch us a basket

We don't see nobody, we spinnin' again

We gon' hop out the V, get on feet and then click

We get up close and he fell and he tripped

I was right there, twinnem did him badly for real

He was yellin' out "BRODIE I'M HIT!"

They play wit' the F's, then we let 'em have it, like

You ain't touch one of mine, niggas cappin', like

Every nigga you see me wit', they got a basket, like

Oh you must ain't hear about the last one, like

They play wit' the F's, then we let 'em have it, like

You ain't touch one of mine, niggas cappin', like

Every nigga you see me wit', they got a basket, like

Oh you must ain't hear about the last one, like

This one hit home, free Baby Bizzy

I wish you could see this, brodie do the most

Like give us the lo', we gon' do him like shh-

I know that they mad he ain't make it home

I told brodie "I promise anyone that we see that be up on 'em sides, get hit in they dome"

Like bro see the cops in front of the H, he like "No"

If they don't see Marz, greenlight let's go

[Verse 2: Rich Glizzy]

They keep gettin' me out of character

I gotta chill, I keep hoppin' out of them V's

I am not beefin' wit' kids that just came outside, didn't do shit in the streets

Like Trizz tried runnin', now look at Ray Makk

He dead oh my god like, what happened to Sleeze?

Heard he caught two to his head, that's fucked up

Allat talkin', shoulda had his gleesh

They gotta free Banga, 'cause brodie was steppin' on shit

Runnin', duckin' from the D's

It shoulda never been Ray Makk, like oh my god, it shoulda just been Humble Gz

Do you remember that day? It was me and T Roy

Niggas was jumpin' them gates

Niggas was runnin' and duckin', thats word to my dead

Tryna put 'em on they face

Like look, niggas got lucky

Usually we really make it ugly

Tryna wrap a nigga like a mummy

And do not forget, that Dolo caught shots to his tummy

Y'all locs, why they keep mentionin' us

I catch Mari Glizz, word to guys I'm sendin' him up

I know that them niggas is mad

Giggs got hit, twice, still ain't do nun'

Gettin' tired of these niggas

D-Don't stop, keep firin' nigga

And y'all bunch of lil' lyin' lil' niggas

Keep tuckin' them hits, like nobody dyin' lil' nigga

Now y'all listen

Fuck Dellz B, he went missin'

Caught one to the head, was trippin'

Dumb nigga, he shouldn't have been slippin'

Like look, straight disrespectin' these niggas

We keep on bendin', keep testin' these niggas

SJ should've had his weapon

Seven times, I know he regret it

I know he regret it wit' his dumb ass, nigga

Fuck SJ, he got hit seven times