[Intro: Chuckyy]
Bro, get the fuck out, haha
Y'all know how the fuck we comin', man
Grrah, rrah
[Verse 1: Chuckyy]
We spinnin', you better not lack
Do a nigga like Ricky, switch it up, put a hole in his tummy (Come here)
My niggas don't like talk
Walk up, just wrappin' shit up while I'm callin' the mummies (You know that)
This .40 came with a thirty clip, I let thirty spit, spark shit up like thunder
Everybody got that one dead nigga, better think twice, thinkin' 'bout puttin' me under
Uh, how you wanna do it? We spinnin' with choppers and Dracs when we ridin' through the bity
Drench him, drench shit up while we milkin' shit up, .40 cal just came with a titty (Rrah, rrah)
Long live Fred, got it tatted on my neck, gеt high, reminisce while I'm doggin' thе Hemi
Bloodbathh pop out the cut, leave his shit on the ground, you know we ain't doin' no bity hits (Bah-bah, bah, grrah, grrah)
I like 7.62s and .223s, hit a nigga up, watch him do plenty flips
Niggas ain't never on they block, fuck it, it's dry as fuck, told foenem go bend the strip
Catch a nigga posted on the side block, bet he get fired up, 9 block creep through every dip
Switch on the back of them Glocks, puttin' shit in a box, fuck niggas know what's goin' on with a 6 (Rrah, with the 6)
Niggas already know how we rock
Another nigga mad 'cause I fucked his bop
Another nigga mad 'cause we smacked that top
When we hop out, brrt, get sent up top (Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt)
I'm clutchin' my banger, your shit in the car
ARP got a laser, get hit from afar (Brrt, brrt, bah)
Track' make a loud noise when we beat up the block
[Verse 2: Big Opp & Chuckyy]
Opp (Opp)
Niggas already know we spin (Spin)
Hop out, drench shit, I'll do it again (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Big Opp, I'm the reason that he merch on his mans
Spin blocks, me and Milly'll bail out a van
10 milli' get to blowin', make his run on his mans (Frrt, frrt, frrt)
Got shot, but ain't die, finna shoot him again
We clap shit up like we one with the fans
Went up on the score, so they losin' again (Gang)
And we spin with them buttons, got a big mouth, ain't nobody gon' touch me
Got a big gun, a nigga gon' bust it (Bah)
If you ain't get shot then your dumb ass lucky
Spin in the hot, yeah, just me and Chuckyy (Yeah)
Lil' Kellz in the back, swing the door and he dumpin' (Frrah, rrah)
Bail out on opps and them niggas be runnin'
If we get the lo', niggas know that we comin' (We comin')
[Verse 3: Bloodbathh & Chuckyy]
We chase shit (We chase shit)
Stand over a nigga, 10 mil' give him face lift (Rrah, rrah)
You ain't heard that we face shit? (Come here)
Got booked, came home, ran up 10K quick (That's light shit)
Last opp got caught broad day, shit, left his brains on the curb he a brainless (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
With some killer, we armed and dangerous
Take a fuck nigga J, he J-less
Headshot, heard dude got painted (Rrah)
In the striker, two V's, we racin' (Frrt)
Back-to-back, we coolin', just blazin' (Blazin')
AutoProPAD, ain't nothin' basic (Basic)
[Verse 4: Kellz22 & Chuckyy]
Neck shot make a nigga stop breathin'
Got caught, now his whole gang grievin' (Grievin')
Fuck 12, high-speed, we leave 'em (Frrt)
Stay uppin' score, they think we cheatin' (Cheat)
Too many new opps think they teamin' (They teamin')
Free B Wright, nigga, free that demon (Demon, demon)
Dude made a diss, he got clapped, couldn't believe it (Frrah, rrah)
In the stu' with Chuckyy, you know that we tweakin' (Tweakin', tweakin')
Don't get caught, boy, it's that season (Season)
Bail out on him, you can't run, boy
Too many shots dumpin' out this gun, boy (Come here, come here)
Big-ass nick' sound like a bomb, boy (Come here, rrah)
SRT sound like a lawnmower (Lawnmower, lawnmower)
[Outro: Chuckyy]
Know how the fuck we comin', man
That bitch sound like a lawnmower, nigga, gettin' that bah, grrah
Uh, uh, yeah, that's us