[Intro: Lil Bizzy]

Oh shit nigga

He ain't gotta worry, these niggas ain't outside

This my block

Ah

[Chorus: Lil Bizzy]

I'm like... let's get it

I asked lil' bro is he with it

'Cause I got a 60 and you got a 60, got 120 shots, niggas know we got digits

And it's up nigga, I ain't tryna talk shit out

Told him fuck a nigga, I ain't tryna speak shit over

Glock in my hand, this bitch don't got a holster

You gon' link with the hoe, think it's cool, it's over

[Verse: Lil Bizzy & SamedayJayy]

These niggas pussy, they hoes to me

Bring Glock, could let you do a song with me

Try to reach in this seat, left his soul in the street

You gon' die, you try takin' a pole from me

Hop out the car feelin' scotty too hotty

I say "fuck the dead", ain't nobody gon' stop me

Opp niggas lyin', ain't faced nobody

Hopped out onna Gs tryna face lil' Rodney

You gon' die thinkin' that you can save everybody

Got hit with the heat, now this flame in his body

Off with his head, thinking that he gon' rob me

They took his gun but they left his body

I'm [?] and I'm blickin' fasho

Hit the kickback up, everybody get low

Free the real, fuck everybody who told

We don't beef with them niggas, they ain't spinned 'bout bro

I just told my hoe "move around", 'cause I'm vibin' nigga

Label come with some M's and I'm signin' nigga

I'ma superstar, still be slidin' nigga

See lil' snakes, tryna hop out, divide 'em nigga

I told lil' Tony to put down the dice

Opps better stop, better take my advice

I told lil' Yan, "better stop with the lies"

Pop out, hit 'em twice so he can't live twice

Go

They know I still be spinnin', now wrap this bitch up, come from bendin'

Real slime living, you come over here with the steel, then you leaving this bitch with no pipe

Diss on the gram for the hype, dead where he stand for whatever he type

I told her she get whatever she like

You love me, I just want the lo' for the night

Hit the party without a invite

If we see a opp, then blick on sight

I told Bizzy to uh, get right

If he play in this bitch then we takin' his life

Playin' in here, win a whole lot of shots

Spray and get near, and I'm switching his top

Spinnin' for fun and sometimes I can't stop

It's still fuck the D.A., these ain't blickies, they props

But you dig...

Took his brother up off of the grid

Hank smoke pressure but 6K mid

Paralyze, bro stretched

I'm spankin' the kid

Tell lil' bro to stand over 'em, get it on vid

And I know he gon' do it for sure

If it's smoke, we can blow, put a tag on his toe

She tryna line me, I'm whacking the hoe

Like bro, I ain't going out sad in the 4