[Intro]

Yeah, mhm (brr, brr, brr, brr)

Ay, free MadMax

Free John Wick, free No Face

Ay, Ay, free Blow

[Verse: 2glocks.red]

Team full of steppers, when we come through yo’ shit, everybody get low and go hide

Lil’ Hot got the drop, you know we ain’t doing no waiting, they know it, we coming in hot

I cannot go out like bro who get left on the ground, I think he had his chop

Ay, stop this car, there go a opp nigga walking, I bet he start running, he see this .45

[?], that nigga ass dead as a bitch, they still ain’t get no revenge

Tray just died, now that’s another nigga down, Goddamn y’all need to go spin

Don’t fuck with no new niggas, only day one niggas, I’m sorry, can’t do no new friends

KMan died and that shit hurt my pride, I get mad ‘bout that shit and I just wanna spin

We hopped out on his ass, this drac for a shell-catcher on it, it’s taking ‘em up

Lil’ Tuck tried to throw me a opp ho but that bitch wasn’t thick, hell nah, I ain’t fuck

They need to free John Wick and No Face out that bitch, on bro, know they going for none

Nigga green than a bitch, come around here with a blick, know damn well he slimed for his gun

200 or more whenever we step out the house, we really come through like SWAT

Opp ho boring, came over here on the block talking ‘bout she ain’t eating no cock

Know that bitch giving the drop, if not, that bitch gotta go before we spank that bitch

And I can merch like three niggas died from The Six, I swear that shit sad as a bitch

Ay, stop the car, I’m up in the booth, on bro, got a whole lot of shots

We really crack 4’s, opp ho don’t give up that lo’, on bro, her ass get popped

Catch me in traffic, I’m doing you nasty, I’m thuggin’ with Ratchet, yo’ ass gon’ die

I don’t want no dealings, she all in her feelings, she say I act different, I ain’t cuffing no bop

[Verse: Jaybleeda]

Nigga wanna pull out some belts like Tray ain’t just lose his life, he the one got spanked

This za got me high than a bitch, finna pull out my tooth, I done fell in love with smoking Hank

Give a fuck ‘bout the car, tell lil’ brother to check on the tank ‘cause this bitch finna hit right on eewee

Hopping out on feet, I can’t go out like Pay, I’ma up this bitch and shoot at the police

Give a fuck ‘bout the opps, nigga know I’ma bang my gun, I ain’t ever running from a nigga

We got different buttons on all of these Glocks, when we have a shootout, this shit look like some Skittles

We spin a block and send him to the spitter, you niggas be rookies, y’all really beginners

Lil’ Red in the back with a 300 blackout, tryna send a pussy nigga with his members

And let’s get a fade, free bro in the cell with a blade, tryna slice off a opp nigga neck

When I get the lo’, yeah I’m calling lil’ Nut, I’m a rich young nigga sliding in a ‘Vette

[Verse: 2glocks.red]

Pillow talking to that ho get you stretched

.762, that bitch rip through your neck

I’m in the olo, boy it’s a stolo, me and lil’ Reese ah hop out making mess

Ay, we in a 392, finna hop out this bitch with a .556 and make a mess

Hit his ass in the head and his chest, run a niggas ass down tryna send his bitch ass with the rest

[Outro]

Bitch, uh

Ay, we tryna send his bitch ass with the rest

We tryna send his bitch ass with the rest (brrr)

Stand Over Gang, bitch

Ay, free my brother nigga

Ay, long live Von, long live Ten

Cracking 4’s, and we cracking them 4’s

Fuck all the opps