[Intro: Skilla Baby]

(Ooh, Elroy)

(It's Fresh808Gang, bitch)

Huh?

We ain't goin' nowhere without five in the

Hmm

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]

It's 'bout four, five niggas with me ridin' with the chops

When we slide down your block, we ain't goin' nowhere without findin' the opps

Ho nigga think it's cool to be slime, but it's not

Fuck wipin' niggas' nose, I'll knock out the snot

Nigga, I do not box

Take a nigga birthday, make him rot in a box

Make a nigga go to bed, hmm

Can't let the fame go to my head, hmm

Juan told me them jokes ain't the same

Don't let that go over your head

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]

Blind just jumped off the plane from the H

I ain't been here fifteen minutеs, dropped an eight, huh

Get a nigga scrapеd for that pape', press play, huh

Weed I'm smokin' on came from Cali, love the taste

Catch an attitude, punch you in the face, I'm an ape

Fresh as hell while I do it, stomp a nigga in some Bape, ah, duh

[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]

Fuck it, huh, let the chopper off

Fuck the party up, knock a noggin off (Huh)

Less apes is more apes, niggas cotton soft

I'll hit a ho nigga with a cotton ball

Bandcount Mari'll snatch a nigga pockets off

If Skub say dawg ain't bool, we all sockin' dawg

[Verse 4: Sada Baby]

Swear to God they is, if he tough, then we poppin' dawg

Huh, hit a nigga in the head with a rocket, aw

Huh, extra good with the white, so I rock the Off

Overlay for the ándale, get rocked to sleep

Fifty plays in thirty days, gotta drop VVs

Gotta drop CDs, know my fans gon' cop for me

Skilla drop PP and he up bands, he actin' like me

He act like him, he the G.O.A.T., we'll get on your rim

You act like them, you controlled, that nigga a Sim

That nigga a simp, leg shot, leave him with a limp

Silverback AR with the monkey nuts, shoot a chimp

Shit on a nigga, point at him, Skuba Shawn Kemp

I hit the kitchen, blow the dope up like a blimp

That nigga ain't smokin' zaza, it's all hemp

[Verse 5: Skilla Baby]

Opp niggas tryna play D, got scored on

Tryna stop the rain, fuck around got poured on

My four-five knock an opp bitch out her hormones

Smoke a nigga like a Cookie blunt, leave you Oreos

Shoot a nigga in the face, no torsos

You think we tryna let the nigga live? Nigga, course not

Nigga, come sign to Big Squad, get a boatload

Gangbangers, criminals, we support those

[Verse 6: Sada Baby]

Opp niggas tryna play "I ain't did shit"

That's the type of time, you can get your wig split

Huh, got the type of 9 take a USB chip

Hmm, naw, I'm cappin', bitch still sweet as hell

You'll win a ring, weak as hell like you Jordan Bell

I just put some 'bows on the road, more in the mail

Ho thought she had my number, but I gave her Skills

He picked up the phone like, "Huh?"

[Verse 7: Skilla Baby]

Baby, how the fuck you get my number, what the hell?

Quit doin' fan shit, bein' extra

Psych, naw, this a voicemail, leave a message

It's members only, gotta be gang, no guest list

My bitch make the footballs touchdown in Pittsburgh

Make her come back on Jerome Bettis

Elbow grease in the pot, I need extras

Turn my opps to a blunt, let 'em burn

It's Friday, Smokey, what you earned?

Shoot at a ho nigga wig, make him do the worm

Turn a ho nigga to some ashes in an urn

[Verse 8: Sada Baby]

Here come another ho nigga mama on the news lyin' again

Actin' like she don't know why her son done died again

Never mind that bitch, I'ma pour some lines again

[Interlude]

If a nigga feelin' better than me right now

He on his motherfuckin' feet

He in the motherfuckin' game

He is not on the bench nor in the bleachers, bitch

He in the game ballin'

[Verse 9: Rio Da Yung OG]

2020 Hellcat, it's a wide body

If a nigga lookin' for me, I'm outside probably

Pop your main shooter in his head when I slide by him

Then Mike shot him in his heart so he died dyin'

Used to ain't have fifty cents, but I'ma get rich or die tryin'

I'm so full of shit with my hoes, I'll lie 'bout lyin'

Please don't swing on me in the club, people die fightin'

Fuckin' raw, I done probably got burned more times than firefighters

Skub, Skilla, Mike, Rio, what the fuck is this?

Shot a two-two at my car and didn't puncture it

I slid back with a K and hit a bunch of shit

We gon' treat the beef like some wet pussy, we comin' quick

[Verse 10: RMC Mike]

I done made like 30K on a bad day

Pimp a bitch for everything like Grace, bring my ashtray

Hit her off a Perc', made her squirt with the mad face

Drop Karo in the syrup, that's a bad eight

Hoo, what's in your left pocket? 'Bout to tell ya strip

Niggas ain't up, they really broke, they pretend rich

Hit him with a left, man, he rest there defenseless

What's the cause of death? Bitch, check the forensics

Tie your bitch up like a hog, made her walk to me

Swear to God last night them Perky thangs talked to me

Hundred pack of zazas, I got them thangs brought to me

Now a nigga on, everything seem off to me

[Verse 11: Rio Da Yung OG]

If you ain't talkin' 'bout a dub, don't talk to me

And I got a loyal crackhead who'll walk to me

I bought a pint and a four yesterday, so my pop muddy

We could drop a fourteen, I just bought a twenty

[Verse 12: RMC Mike]

I like to get my dick sucked while I play the game

And I'm still tryna fuck, naw, I ain't gon' say her name

Hit you niggas with some street magic, bitch, I'm David Blane

Or hit your block with two Glock 40s like I'm Major Payne

[Verse 13: Rio Da Yung OG]

Oh, y'all shootin' up cribs? We can play that game

Or we can meet and go to war, Skub great at aiming

The dawg I got off the chain and I ain't gon' tame it

Dropped two hundred shots out the Glock, I'll break the chamber

[Verse 14: RMC Mike]

Bitch gave me head in the morning, I ain't even thank her

I like to fuck off old songs from Anita Baker

Bust a nut, light one of my squares, bitch, see you later

Pimp a bitch down to the bone in some see-through gators

[Verse 15: Rio Da Yung OG]

With the offense we got, we'd defeat the Lakers

You don't see guns around, my niggas be on papers

But we still got guns around, don't think we playin'

Hop out the car and run you down, I don't need a laser

If my nigga fucked up, give him ten, have him be the favor

Yeah, you could get it cash now, I'ma meet you later

Just popped an M-30 blue box, I'ma eat two later

Bae, you gotta suck my dick now, I'ma eat you later

[Verse 16: RMC Mike]

Bitch said she got that bubblegum, I'ma need two flavors

Ri', I just popped one too, I'ma need two eighters