[Intro]

(LG)

(Rahh, it's BKay you know)

[Verse 1: CB]

Two waps in the ride, let's lurk

Twin barrel shotgun, fill it with two

I'm really tryna off these nerds

Them man rap, we riding first

That's why three of them boys on shirts

The road ting's fun until your boy's in the grave

And you don't wanna come my way

Cah' if I whack that out, it's a twin barrel gauge

And it won't be leg, it's face

All I want is money in abundance

But these opps just keep provoking

Got man loosing focus, so I gotta go get round and smoke 'em

Anywhere I step, I'm comfy

Another opp got dropped, that's lovely

Don't talk 'bout CJ, what happened on (?), heard that boy got duppied

Don't step to my block if you ain't got heart, our retaliation rate is fast

When that punk got whackеd, we billed that pack and the gang sat back and laughеd

The beef's pepper, it's cooking

We need waps, so we jugging

Them man rap, when they shouldn't

We take risks, that they wouldn't

All I need in life is cash and waps, and I'll be set for life

Live it up with bae on the weekend

Come Monday, I'll be back in the ride

Them man broke, with no waps

When's the last time corn got crashed?

How you talk about gang?

Best rate us

Don't try come to my block with no shank

[Chorus: Baseman]

Whip that block or tray

Whip this ting up in my lap, I'll clean your whole estate

If them feds try take me back, I'm going M.I.A

Put them boys up in a pack and pour that Hennessey

Oh lord, Fletch

Load it up, load it up

Really had them goons in the truck

Dotty longer than my arm

We don't care who you are

Load it up, load it up

Really had them goons in the truck

Dotty longer than my arm

We don't care who you are, nah

[Verse 3: Teeway]

Six shot riches

Bine and bitches

But man know we don't shot girls (No we don't)

Need two three, done a mad ting

Clock that, cop that

Fill up the ride with hot shots (Bap, bap)

Six shank wounds, could’ve got twelve

Confirmed, drop from the Southeast block girl (Fuck)

She wan’ go out for food and cocktails

.38 shots for the tre’s and mop bells (Boof)

Niggas lying and dying, don’t die for the clout

Free Lil Jay, just chinged my man with the Zombie K

Try signing him out (Try kill him)

Graveyard shift on that big bike, resale

Call and we’re not just riding about (Fuck)

Niggas love rap ‘bout trapping, stop that shit if you ain’t got nine in a drought

323 (?)

I’m in the field telling my man, “Let’s go” (Bang)

Whip bicarb’ in this fucking bowl (Bang)

Now I got crackheads stealing out Tesco

Lil’ broski got life for that murder

Fuck that judge

With the mandem, blessed though

Miss Big V on the backstreet hunting, dumping

OT sleep, that’s rest more

Three hundred rocks till it’s done, no rest though

[Chorus: Baseman]

Whip that block or tray

Whip this ting up in my lap, I'll clean your whole estate

If them feds try take me back, I'm going M.I.A

Put them boys up in a pack and pour that Hennessey

Oh lord, Fletch

Load it up, load it up

Really had them goons in the truck

Dotty longer than my arm

We don't care who you are

Load it up, load it up

Really had them goons in the truck

Dotty longer than my arm

We don't care who you are, nah

[Outro: CB]

Don't talk 'bout CJ, what happened on (?), heard that boy got-

(LG)

(Rahh, it's BKay you know)