[Intro]

Uh

Uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh (Ayy, keep that shit, they all for it)

Uh, uh, uh (LT, you goin' crazy)

[Verse]

Uh, fuck nigga fall, he fucked

Lil' bro blew that, phew, hop out, blitz, the nigga ain't get back up

Niggas be talkin' 'bout slidin', but niggas ain't dyin', so somethin' ain't addin' up

Spin out the SRT, tryna make somethin' bleed, police ain't catchin' us

I knew the nigga was dead before they did, I was there when they clapped him up

Niggas be sayin' it's smoke, then when they see me, be tryna dap me up

Fuck nigga make me mad, we get on his ass, they know we fire shit up

I know a nigga'll still be alive if his bitch-ass homies ain't gas him up

Niggas bе yellin' out, "Gang," but really ain't gang, thesе niggas ain't did enough

Soon as we get the drop, out the door with my chop, you know we pullin' up (Rrah, rrah, rrah)

Niggas be talkin' 'bout hats, ain't got no hats, these niggas ain't killed enough

Niggas be dissin' in songs, I'm blowin' his dome, they ain't did more drills than us (Phew, phew)

Can't go out like Pac, I'ma blow my Glock, niggas better not pull on side of this car (Phew, phew, phew, phew)

Hit a nigga right in his top, now his ass on Fox, roll his ass right in the 'gar

I'll put a switch on the back of my Glock and a piece in my chop, this a fully AR

You know we keep spinnin' and spinnin', this shit don't stop, get caught, then we lettin' off shots (Rrah, rrah)

Opps ain't on they block out West, so fuck this shit, we gon' spin out East

Niggas keep talkin' 'bout murderin' me, tell 'em cross them tracks, I'ma knock down three

Bangin' them B's for Boog, disrespectin' the opps in my pics, I'm throwin' down B's

Bangin' them T's for Tiy, don't get caught in that fire, you know that we murder for Tink

Nigga, bitch, we EBK

Bail out, drench 'em, blowin' the Drac' (Phew, phew)

Hittin' every block, we ain't throwin' no shade

Shot hit his homie, he moved out the way

First time on a drill, probably shot like eight

Then I took off runnin', I was tryna get away

This the car that we used, 'fore we spin, bend the plates

Uh, if I ain't in the car with lil' Yai tryna catch me a face, then I'm probably spinnin' with Tay

He left his gun in the house, got caught, blow him down, I bet you he totin' today

I know a nigga who started a war, but don't want no parts, he playin' it safe

I don't get tired of patchin' my opps and spinnin' they blocks, I'm feelin' like Gates

Pull up on C, tell him, "Throw me the keys," swap out for the strike, then we spin out the straight

I'ma tryna kill, lil' bro got the wheel, see an opp while we ridin', then we stomp on the brakes

These niggas know that it's me who doin' the drills, but still got a mask on my face

Same niggas we tryna kill probably'll squeal if we ever go down for a case

Nigga know we fiend for murder

Uppin' the score, then we uppin' the rate (Grrah)

Killers kill off the love, you would think they was paid

.308 make him duck like he heard a grenade (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew)

He got shot but ain't die, other nigga got grazed

It's a few niggas popped, we ain't sayin' no names

Lot of smoke in the air, better go and burn sage

Last drill kind of rusty, gotta work on my aim

Uh, uh, niggas be dyin' for clout

Bro tryna let my window down, told him keep it up 'cause I'm hoppin' out (Uh)

Told bro park the V, unlock my door around the corner and let me out

Bitch, we been got back for that one shit, it's just not talked about (Shh)

Uh, uh, last nigga got white chalked (Grrah)

DOA on arrival, hit with a rifle, rivals knocked him off (Phew, phew, phew, phew)

Seen them niggas wasn't ridin' for bro, tryna get in the car, we dropped 'em off

Niggas won't kill for they bro, but kill 'bout a ho, I swear these niggas be lost

Every time I come outside, shots get fired, niggas better not get caught

I heard the hoes outside, changed my clothes, popped out in some shit that cost

I got a big-ass chop on me right now, you could tell by the way I walk

She shakin' ass on top of the car while I'm watchin' these cars, it's throwin' me off

These niggas thought it was over, they thought I was done, but I got some shit in the vault

I'm tryna dirty your Glocks 'cause we got some brand-new pipes that we just bought

We hit the block, they run, we chasin', just like Ricky, his ass get hawked

Niggas be sayin' they real, but know they ain't real, these niggas know they flaw

You can't teach these niggas on how to be real, that ain't some shit that's taught

You can't teach these niggas your murder skills, nigga'll double cross

You can't bring these niggas to where you live, these niggas'll roll you out

I can get a hundred 'bows, a hundred los, still gettin' it off

Uh, uh, nah, we ain't shootin' out cars

Soon as we got that drop, we spin to the block, left his ass right in the yard

Know I'ma blow my strap, these nigga be cap, we don't need no bodyguard

Last nigga caught got stretched, tryna war with a vet, 7.62 hit hard