[Intro: CJ808]

Yeah, Yeah

QU!S7

Yeah

[?] bitch, uh

CJ, uh

Shoutout QU!S7, man

Shoutout QU!S7, ay

[Verse 1]

Bitch I'm counting the bands like Dooku

And I got a choppa goin' right through you

Spitting shots out like a pit

Nigga all up in the pit stop

Working so hard, my wrist got locked

Working so hard so I can wear flip flops

Can't love a bitch, can't trust no thot

Can't trust a nigga 'cause he is an opp

From the UK, I weave and I bop

And I count up the figures like a robot

Aim with precision like red dot

We in too deep, it's getting too sticky

Moving like SAS, I'm moving efficiently

Moving precision, I'm moving too quickly

You know I hand that young nigga a blicky

Told that lil' boy that this is your city

All these news channels giving him pity

He knew it was gonna get gritty

Took his one chance, took his 1 shot

Got what you need, got what you want, come shop

Me and my boys from all walks of life so you know you that anybody gone get got (QU!S7)

Me and my boys tote tools & knifes so you know they gonna get shot

These fuck boys always wasting my time so you know they gotta get blocked

Chatting that shit, rah, rah, rah, you know I pull up blah, blah, blah

[Transition: CJ808]

3

You already know who it is

2K3 lifestyle (2K3 lifestyle)

Nobody on what we on

It's that simple

Gang

QU!S7

3

[Verse 2: WUGGA!]

Nigga want smoke, want some cancer

That bitch so bad, she a dancer

Came in with a hammer, now these niggas stop talking so tough

45 bullets, make 'em duck

Boy don't get this twisted up

I'm in the cut like a bad ass wound

She know the vibes when we in the room

All that hating shit get you knocked off bitch

Run up on me and mines get your wig split

Real Taliban shit, yeah, we taking over

She gone suck a nigga slow in this Range Rover