[Intro: Kyle Richh & Diana Ross]

Am I really hard to please?

Perhaps I have such special needs

I wondered what was wrong with me

My friends all fall so easily

AyoSam

Grrah

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]

Wh-Why he runnin'? I ain't even click, like

I put the beam on his hip

That bitch a thot, she gon' fuck off a spliff

Like, she gon' switch on her friend for some dick, what?

Up it and blow, if I spot me a Flex, that's on bro, I'ma throw

Benny got hit, he got beat with the pole

I'ma spin on my dolo, no time for the shows, like, what?

She neaky, she nasty

Legs in the spot and they yellin' out, "Cathy"

Can't run, been spunned that addy

I don't do internеt shows, don't at me

He got stained, hе was tryna be flashy

Sheik got the V, too tact, can't catch me

And these niggas don't got enough bread

Like, caught a shot to the chest, need a med

Like, lil' nigga, I'm smokin' ya dead

He tried to run, caught a shot to the head

Like, heard enough, give a fuck what he said

He movin' wock, he get put on a bed

Like, she don't like when I call her a leg

Thumb in her butt, pinnin' shit to the backboard

She a liar, that bitch is a backdoor

That bitch a thot, like, grrah, grrah, grrah

And these niggas on live in they room, like, they not outside for real

Backdoor when it's time for the drill

We gon' empty the block, give a fuck how you feel

H-Hunnid dash, I'm a geek on the wheel

Gun jam up, he get beat with the steel

See a opp, I'ma flame, fuck a deal

[Verse 2: Jerry West & TaTa]

When I click, brodie told me to chill

I will not stop 'til I reach me a mill'

Reload my gun when it's time for the drill (Grrah-grrah)

Then I aim your top for the kill (Grrah-grrah)

Shots to the head, call that boy Little Bill

Brady the clip 'cause I shoot from the field

Reload my gun when it's time for the drill (Grrah-grrah-grrah)

Dotty a dummy, he died from a pill

EBK, I don't care how you feel

Keep a beam on the scope, never duck

Ace Dotty dead 'cause he ran out of luck (Grrah-grrah)

F-F-Fuck a Flexo, I'm turnin' shit up

Middleton blick on my hip, never run

I just dump 'til he dead on the floor

Reload my bullets with Christian Dior (Christian Dior)

When I shoot I don't use double hands

Free all my niggas that's stuck in the can (Free all my niggas)

Don't run, I got smoke in the air

Pass me the L, when I smoke, it don't clear (Shh)

I'm a demon, not livin' in fear

That nigga got shot and got left in that chair (Grrah-grrah-grrah)

Shoot at four quarters, I'm makin' it square (What?)

Fuckin' his bitch and I don't really care (Grrah-grrah, what?)

Twenty-four shots when I'm lettin' it flare

[Verse 3: TaTa]

Twenty-four shots, when I up, I don't care, bitch (Everything dead)

Everything deady, I'm ready (Grrah-grrah, what?)

'Ootin' at niggas, I ain't showin' sympathy (Grrah)

Big 41, gang and 'em ready (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Might call up the members to slide with artillery (Slide with artillery)

She wanna be with me, she cannot get with me (Bitch)

Niggas talkin', but he is a kid to me (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Hit 'em up, watch his body move jittery

Everything dead, niggas cannot get rid of me (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Brodie move sturdy, I pass 'em a perky (What?)

She a freak, goin' dumb off the yerky, huh

Yeah, they be talkin' 'bout how they be ballin' on court, don't get shot out your jersey (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Stay with Jackie 'cause she an essential (She an essential)

Big chop, clip longer than pencil

Grrah, grrah (Grrah), like Dee said, I don't need to go deep, I go doley and bend through

Wanna meet Jesus? Bullets gon' send you (Grrah-grrah)

Everything dead, don't make me end you (Grrah-grrah, boom)

I got the knock, I'm throwin' ten (What? Grrah-grrah)

I call up Dee and I bet he throw ten too (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Me and Jenn two-deep and we might spin through (Skrrt)

Movin' funny, we flock at your crew (Grrah-grrah)

And I'm really outside, I'm not hidin' from you (Grrah-grrah)

If you fuck with that nigga, then die with him too (Bitch)

[Verse 4: Jenn Carter]

Me and TaTa two deep in the V (Gang-gang-gang)

When we spinnin' ya block, we gon' flock out the window (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

I dropped power, I felt like Matilda (Grrah-grrah, boom)

No time for the games, ain't no time for Nintendo (Gang, gang, gang)

And these hollows gon' make you so sleepy (Carter)

I got a silencer, I gotta tip-toe (Grrt-grrt, baow)

And these nigga be duckin', they hidin' (Gang-gang-gang)

They dodgin' these bullets like they playin' limbo (Grrah-grrah, boom)

She a thot, I make the seat hot (Gang-gang-gang)

Bullets is scorchin', might knock off his tree-top (Grrah-grrah-grrah)

Beat up the pussy, they say I could beat box (Grrah-grrah)

Niggas duckin' the smoke, detox (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Every time I'm on court, they be hidin' (Gang-gang-gang)

Shot in your foot, now you Megan Thee Stallion (Grrah-grrah)

Cdot stay in the field, he be wilin'

Shot in the leg, now he losin' his balance (Now you Megan The—, gang)

Jerry said, "Keep a beam on the blick" (What?)

Feel like I'm Harden, I shoot, I don't miss (What? Gang)

That boy runnin', get turned to a spliff (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

Loadin' the clip and I aim for his lip (Grrah-grrah)

Lil' thotty, she all on my dick (Grrah-grrah)

Don't know her name, but her pussy legit (Grrah-grrah, boom)

And, no, I cannot tweak for a bitch (Grrt)

41 the movement, you cannot come in (Gang-gang-gang)

[Verse 5: Dee Billz & Jay Gelato]

And that 4.5 send six, like (Like, what?)

Head-crack if I click it (Boom-boom-boom)

Why he runnin'? The beam on the knocker

Jay tote Will, I brought Smith &' (Like)

Dead spliff, shit buss like pasta (Gang)

Rude boy, ma' raised a shotta (Gang-gang-gang)

She eat it up like pasta, but, she ain't gettin' nada (Gang-gang-gang)

And the knock on my hip, so I walk with a lean (Walk with a lean)

Wanna cuff, I'm like, "What do you mean?" (Grrah-grrah-grrah)

O in his back, he got hit with the beam (Like)

She gon' shake it and throw it on me, like (Treesha)

Two-step when I walk in the spot (Two-step)

'Ooter on go, he not talkin' a lot (On bro)

Get low, we gon' bend on the cops (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)

Told bro, "Chill," he be bendin' a lot (Gang-gang-gang)

Get cold, Jay, pass me the heater (Like, grrah)

Not performin', you sit on the bleachers (Gang-gang-gang)

Spin through, sent him to the Reaper (Gang-gang-gang)

Drop that window, grrah, grrah, grrah (Gang-gang-gang)

Get cold, Jay, pass me the heater (Like)

Not performin', you sit on the bleachers (Gang-gang-gang)

Spin through, sent him to the Reaper (Gang-gang-gang)

Drop that window, grrah, grrah, grrah (Gang-gang-gang, gang-gang-gang)

Like

[Verse 6: Jay Gelato]

How you runnin'? The knock got a beam

Chop Promethazine, make 'em lean (Dougie)

They scream, "Action," when we on the scene

Chopper rip his pants (Grrah), fold him by the seam (Grrah-grrah)

Like, Lato the Bravo, the hottest

Niggas know that 41 be the topic (Like)

Boy, want no problems with me, watch him drop it (Damn)

Bullets'll probably plug a nigga socket, damn (Like, what?)

If I'm lurkin' then I'm tryna score (Like, what?)

Gang is with me, they ready for war

Boy, don't move hot and get sent to the lord (Like)

Keep I-T with me, I'm sendin' out four (Grrah)

Like, I'm for the violence and gore (Like, what?)

We keep clickin' 'til that nigga gone

Are you ready, nigga, are you sure? (Are you what?)

Hit that body-ody to the floor, like (Goddamn)

If I got to, nigga, I'ma end it (Like, what?)

Send the addy, I'ma clear the distance (Goddamn)

Niggas talkin' knowin' that I'm with it (What's up with it?)

Keep on startin' with me, I'ma finish (Grrah-grrah)

Tryna see 'em go (Like)

Call up bro, I know he do the most (Goddamn)

Probably burn 'em, turn 'em into toast, like (Goddamn)

It was never close, like (Like, damn)

[Verse 7: FMB Savo & TaTa]

I've been itchin' to pull out the sitch

AK a demon, I know he gon' blitz

Swear everything dead, watch him lift

Spin it again if the first hollows miss

And these niggas don't know what I do

Politicians, only there for the news

But a nigga got nothin' to lose

Put up ya' mans, I got somethin' to prove

Look, if Jerry spot 'em, he gon run (What?)

Jenn keep clickin', roll him for the lung (Grrah-grrah)

KR always dumpin' 'til it's done

Dee on point, shooter number one (Grrah-grrah, boom, nigga)

[Outro: FMB Savo & TaTa]

KR always dumpin' 'til it's done

Dee on point, shooter number one

Look, 41 gang, the fuckin' gang

Y'all niggas know the vibes

Everything dead