[Intro]

Damn, Spence (Oh yeah)

[Chorus: 757 BA]

Spin they block

We up out on a drill

Call 'em Loafs, then open up, supa kill

Hop out, face 'em, fuck 'em up and bake 'em

We shoot, so for sure we take 'em

Ain't no plan, send 'em to his maker

We steady sliding, clapping faces (Aye)

None of our cars are basic

Call 'em still in the basin

Now that lil boy facing (Bitch)

She sucking fast, told her watch the braces

Steady throwing it back while I'm off X

So this nut I'm chasing

[Verse 1: 757 BA]

Beam on the Glock so ain't no pointing

Try to run

Jump out blicking, first shot hit 'em

He couldn't get his gun

Baddie making every turn I knew

If he reach for my charm

If we up in public, bitch I'm busting 40 under the arm

We ain't take no L's since Sunday

But for him we scoring

Then we up on all you bitch ass niggas

Man this shit getting boring

We out, sat that nigga out, hope he ain't out snoring

Cause y'all gon' help drac', some Glocks, early in the morning

We be plotting early, creeping, while you niggas yawning

Get the drop, you know we on 'em, catch 'em slipping down 'em

Supa kill, we getting up on 'em, match up like Corona

I can do this shit myself

Fuck I'm putting 10 on 'em

[Chorus: 757 BA]

Spin they block

We up out on a drill

Call 'em Loafs, then open up, supa kill

Hop out, face 'em, fuck 'em up and bake 'em

We shoot, so for sure we take 'em

Ain't no plan, send 'em to his maker

We steady sliding, clapping faces (Aye)

None of our cars are basic

Call 'em still in the basin

Now that lil boy facing (Bitch)

She sucking fast, told her watch the braces

Steady throwing it back while I'm off X

So this nut I'm chasing

[Verse 2: EBG Ejizzle & Moo Slime]

People dissing on my brother

.62 left 'em faceless

Don't like to speak on shit we did, crack the building cases

I put one opp up on vacation, blitz 'em like the Patriots

I'm off this drank and I can't take it, popping rolling, chasing

You know it free my nigga O, can't speak on what he did

Been toting Glocks with D's and C's back when we were kids

Caught lacking on somebody down, whole lotta mamas crying (No cap)

You better duck when bullets flying, hop out slinging iron

You better hop out slinging iron, boy I like LeBron

EBezzle gang, get bag of gram in, all opps be dying

We don't say shit, I call 'em slime, I fuck but you ain't mine

And I sit down, do some time before I drop a dime

Dreadhead like a Rasta, cook 'em like some pasta

Pull up beside 'em, bro gon' drop 'em, dead right for your partner

Heard you lacking when they pop you, wish I would've caught you

Any gang on your ass, know it ain't no stopping

[Chorus: 757 BA]

Spin they block

We up out on a drill

Call 'em Loafs, then open up, supa kill

Hop out, face 'em, fuck 'em up and bake 'em

We shoot, so for sure we take 'em

Ain't no plan, send 'em to his maker

Aye

We steady sliding, clapping faces

None of our cars are basic

Call 'em still in the basin

Now that lil boy facing

Bitch

She sucking fast, told her watch the braces

Steady throwing it back while I'm off X

So this nut I'm chasing