[Intro: ASSASIN]

Yo, Eli what the fuck

Is this Glvck?

ASSASIN, grrah

Geek, geek, geek, geek

Geek, geek, geek, geek, geek

Geek, geek, geek, geek, geek

8OH, 8OH (Gang)

We gon' spin through the 'Bridge and leave 'em in the river

[Chorus: Rah Gzz]

Killjoy

When I slide on the opps, got the kill toy

See me a opp then you know I'ma kill boy

Fuck the opps we gon' spin [?]

Give a fuck if he died, that's a drill boy

Now we smokin' 'em up, that's the killjoy

And I got a Glock, big noise

Ain't no Fiji, but her pussy get real moist

Oh he from the 3rd? Eight shots

LetOffRay, he tryna take off his tree top

With the gang, we them Gz got them G-Lock's

If that boy try to front, pop a Zaza

Oh that boy he got hit, some Zaza

Call up [?] be aimin' at māthā's

Got the baba's they eatin' thеy scholars

Catch a [?] then I dip, holla

[Verse: 2 ASSASIN & Rah Gzz, ]

Free bro Pop Shotta,

Mr. Hop Out, we spot 'em wе got 'em,

That's, that's a opp right there, we spot 'em

No Spottem, but nigga we got 'em

And I stick to the code like a locker

And her pussy so ugh, pasta

I tote me a knock like Ibaka

I'm a rebel, he shoot 'til the cops come

Nigga empty them, showin' his taco

I got hollows for a nigga like Deebo

Nigga dump that shit then we reload

Hope bitches don't look through that peep hole

Wet 'em up lil' nigga, no Nemo

Deuce-deuce and I score, that's a free throw

[Verse 3: Rah Gzz]

Deuce-deuce I'ma score no free throw

See me a opp, yeah them bullets get lethal

Get to kicking like Curry from 3 though

He got hit in this head, that's a cheat code

We gon' fuck on his bitch, tell her eat those

If we spin then I spin, that's my brother

With this .9 on my hip then I'm aimin' like butter

And bro got the .45

So we spinnin' all night tryna take more then four lives

We gon' spin wit' like four nines

[Verse 4: ASSASIN]

And gon' spin through the 3rd, you know that it's war time

She a baby, I need mine

Well see niggas is snitchin' so we calling 'em 6ix9ine

Free the guys doin' real time

The Rey' right there, bend that

Throw bullets, these niggas better catch that

Fuck fitted's, we aim for they dad hat

And they niggas still ain't get back

And all my opps they link, and bums

Like, when did yall really put on?

They droppin and droppin' these songs

Like when ya'll gon' put on?

(And all my opps they link, and bums

Like, when did yall really put on?

They droppin and droppin' these songs)

[Chorus: Rah Gzz]

Killjoy

When I slide on the opps, got the kill toy

See me a opp then you know I'ma kill boy

Fuck the opps we gon' spin [?]

Give a fuck if he died, that's a drill boy

Now we smokin' 'em up, that's the killjoy

And I got a Glock, big noise

Ain't no Fiji, but her pussy get real moist

Oh he from the 3rd? Eight shots

LetOffRay, he tryna take off his tree top

With the gang, we them Gz got them G-Lock's

If that boy try to front, pop a Zaza

Oh that boy [?], some Zaza

Call up [?] be aimin' at māthā's

Got the baba's they eatin' they scholars

Catch a [?] then I dip, holla

[Outro: Rah Gzz]

Free bro Pop Shotta

Mr. Hop Out, we spot 'em we got 'em

We got 'em

Suck my dick

Don't come to my block in that fuckin' V' man

Ya'll know what's in the fuckin' coat

8OH, 8OH