[Verse 1: Poppin' Ass Pablo]

Ayy

It get tricky with the nicky, this bitch jumpin' hard

If you got put on in a pendant bitch, you from new york

We caught ***** and drilled his ass, left him on the tour (alright)

We caught ***** on traffic and [?] (Ayy Juce, let me know sum)

When I say leave in time for me 'cause I'm an army man

F.N. blow his [?] then I disarm him, man

Lil bro real demon, they don't half-ass it

Caught him while he filmin' in the charger, he was snapchattin'

If we get the drop on him then we gon' get active

I see him walking out the spot slippin' then Imma get at it

Buddy boy really a bitch, I could've been had 'em

Real gunna crazy as shit, I'm tryna mismatch (right here)

Nice try, (uh-huh) and I'm okay with that

That nigga try to burn me out the kitchen, had to flame his ass

Faggot bitch try to hit me up, like ain't he coming back

No reply, left her on read, nothin' to say to that

When the gang tuckin' the paper, I ain't okay with that

Kick the bitch up out of the mission 'cause imma make it back

Shoulda said he trippin' off bitches 'cause they can make it clap

In dangerous situations, admit it, she put it in my lap

She love how I spit it, admit it, I gotta get the gas

And these suckas slippin' off pimpin, I prolly get it, man

Hop out on the prices of poles I tell 'em "give me that"

All in heavy for real, he told me get his ass

Catch him out there pumpin' the petrol, then Imma give him gas

Brodi hallows really get knockin' like it's a special blast

AR goin' stupid for real, like it's a special class

Boy you really pussy for real, you gave a special pass (bitch)

Ah, huh, we ain't accepting that

Turn my back on homies, that's off, I ain't respectin' that

'Cause I got dead niggas that's gone and I can't bring 'em back

So every suckas trippin', it's off, turn 'em in to packs

Hopped out when they puffin' the .4, and burnt him into black

Brodi froze up on the drill, I had to turn my back

They light lil' brodi for real, when you learn to rap

When I was out there clutching the steel, slippin' into traps

When I was so hungry that my tummy used to touch my back

When you was out here runnin' up the G's tryna fuck the rest

When you used to tell me you love me, talkin' behind my back

But I ain't trippin' for real [?]

[Verse 2: 28AV]

[?] that lil pistol for them old hands

I ain't even roll the window down, I just blow lead (boom boom)

Gun like thirsty for the slide, lil bro dead

Identify him on the gram, shit

Throwin' L's up G and we givin' 'em too (that's right)

Give a fuck where you from boy, we trippin' with who (trippin' with who?)

I'm from south jackson street but I fuck with you (I fuck with you)

Give you a couple bags in the dugout, and they corked out

Started out foreigner baby, now I'm storked out (brr)

You a grown man, you just jumped off a porch now

I got put on, in yo' dubs, you a dork now

MAC 90 gave me whiplash (make 'em burst out)

Uh, we goin' dumb, Lil brodi

That boy silent with a see-through drum, Lil brodi

He ain't ever tucked tale, or dubbed no issue

Only time he switched up was the knob on the glizzy

In the mob with my lil youngins slidin' when it's sticky

That's a dildo on the .50 boy, the eagle got a stiffy

And yo ass shot, no dirty laundry in this bitch

Got some wolves on the run like Jumanji in this bitch

Haven't been caught, they still haunt me in this bitch, ah, uh

Gotta get them demons off

Put lil bro in the stu', I just saved a life (real shit)

'Cause if he wasn't in this bitch recordin', he'd be sprayin' pipes (boom boom)

Big poles when he kick those bitch, I'm John Wick

Lil pops catchin' big lives bitch, he John Wick

You ain't from the gang gang, then you repped the wrong clique

He for the curb, always lyin' on deception shit

Spendin' E class out the repass

Gon' show up at yo door like D-dash with a ski mask

Young AV, chuckin' big ace like them shootas and J-hawks

I done came up, went from ridin' scooters to Maybach's

Bet my shootas, they late talkin'

I tell 'em "can't tick yourself off, boy gotta stay smart"

They ain't hearin' me, sucka ain't no fear in me (no no no)

Twin chops, both hands boy, that's dexterity (brrat)