Released on January 14, 2022

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[Chorus]

Ain't talking no band when I say we marching

We got buttons on the back of our Glocks

Bitch, we stepping, walking on rocks

You can see me shining, my shit from the 'Box

Ain't talking no band when I say we got drums

And the sticks and we really walk down on the opps

ARs, pistols, drums, and Glocks

If a nigga diss Von, we stretching 'em out

In the 'Raq we riding twelve hot cars

Flushing on 12, I'm on going to the stars

Niggas ain't gang, niggas ain't got heart

If a nigga ain't sliding then the nigga ain't a part

Steal your squad for my nigga Sheroid

I don't see what's coming, I don't merch no car

We can kill this chat, it can go that far

Big Wraith Wraith, four deep, four rocks


[Verse]

We don't squash shit, send that shit up with God

Riding with shit that'll go through your car

Right in your face, through your vest, through your heart

You know we can't lie so they [?]

They was hating on Top then, boom, took off

Send the work, Minnesota, bro banging on thе sauce

Got a crib for my bitch, for the hoes got a loft

Thеse bitches gon' fuck, just don't front 'em off

I sleep with the racks like I live in the vault

Slid back twice, red tape, white chalk

My Mexican deaf, he really don't talk

My Mexican white, we tight like ropes

When they free the main slime, we back selling dope

Put the opps in the ground, put them racks in the floor

AMG white, it look like snow

Christian Dior like Pop when it's smoke

But I do it for Von, you already know

You ain't stating no facts, it's cap, for sure

Put his key in his locks, got 'em clapped at the door

My shorty hop out, went clapping some more

And it happen in the front, ain't gotta backdoor

Niggas ain't built like that, 'Wop know

Followin' these niggas, straight wiping they nose

A lot of cap on the 'Gram gon' get a nigga smoked

Your money look funny, your pockets a joke

Got a bitch in the Lam', let me bust in her throat

Got a bitch in the New York, she be swiping for coats

I bring in the racks and I give it to coats

You know how we rocking, we don't fall out by hoes

Got hit in his face, left a hole like a boat

Wherever they book us, ain't ducking no shows

We went to each other, together we grow


[Chorus]

Ain't talking no band when I say we marching

We got buttons on the back of our Glocks

Bitch, we stepping, walking on rocks

You can see me shining, my shit from the 'Box

Ain't talking no band when I say we got drums

And the sticks and we really walk down on the opps

ARs, pistols, drums, and Glocks

If a nigga diss Von, we stretching 'em out

In the 'Raq we riding twelve hot cars

Flushing on 12, I'm on going to the stars

Niggas ain't gang, niggas ain't got heart

If a nigga ain't sliding then the nigga ain't a part

Steal your squad for my nigga Sheroid

I don't see what's coming, I don't merch no car

We can kill this chat, it can go that far

Big Wraith Wraith, four deep, four rocks