[Intro: Claas]

Fuck-Fuckin' die (Fuckin' die, fuckin' die, fuckin' die, fuckin' die)

Fuck-Fuck-Fuckin' die (Fuckin' die, fuckin' die, fuckin' die, fuckin' die)

Fuck-Fuck-Fuckin' die (Fuckin' die, fuckin' die, fuckin' die, fuckin' die)

Fuck-Fuck-Fuckin' die (Fuckin' die, fuckin' die, fuckin' die, fuckin' die)

You really think you can shoot all those men down before they shoot you?

[Verse 1: Claas]

These niggas claimin' they tough as fuck, I dare one (I dare one)

They reppin' Thug Life but trying to shoot with a flare gun (Hahaha)

They got them orange cap automatics from swap meets (Yeah)

Middles up, еmojis to anybody through hot tweets

Bitch y'all are pussy, don't even @ mе (Nah)

Before I Wile, drop dynamite like ACME (Blaow!)

You are not a gangster, I'm just spittin' facts B

See 'em in the streets and I guarantee that they'd lack D (Yeah)

Tank's on E, still screamin' don't give a F

Fake G's, you'll be lucky if any of y'all are left (Yeah!)

I got next, watch best got a complex

Hunt 'em and destroy 'em to show 'em that they are non-threats (Hahaha)

I'll take it back to Pac and Hit 'em Up (Yeah!)

Middle fingers flingin' the signal that I don't give a fuck (Fuck)

Y'all done spit punk shit talkin' casualties

I stay South but brought the West Coast, come and battle me (Rah!)

[Chorus 1: Claas]

This is that dirt-spit grime shit (Grime shit)

This is that don't get out of line shit (Don't get out of line shit)

This is that they better hope we blind shit (Ha!)

Don't even trip 'cause we do this all the time shit (We do this all the time shit)

This is that man up, don't flinch (Bitch)

They all on the net because they all bitch (Ha!)

This is that gun talk house call (Blaaow!)

Get out the way when you run into fuckin' outlaws (Let's go!)

[Verse 2: JP Tha Hustler]

Lil general, the truth is indivisible

JP on the recon, filter out subliminals

Claimin' you a criminal but really you just terrible

Heard a better flow from my dick at the urinal

Y'all just need to let it go, effort is so minimal

Change and rearrange and imitate ya from the radio

This is inaudible, scrappin' out your modern flow

Lazy, ain't escapin' that we killin' every live show

Every visual, every individual

LSP the kill squad, understand we are the GOAT

King James, Kobe, Jordan on the same team

MVP, whole team taking every ring

Takin' everything, hungry like an alley dog

We-We're bossin' everyday, call us Team Alpha Hog

We on the grit and grimy, scrubbin' out you fake and slimy

You want to test me on my West Coast? Come and try me

[Chorus 1: Claas]

This is that dirt-spit grime shit (Grime shit)

This is that don't get out of line shit (Don't get out of line shit)

This is that they better hope we blind shit (Ha!)

Don't even trip 'cause we do this all the time shit (We do this all the time shit)

This is that man up, don't flinch (Bitch)

They all on the net because they all bitch (Ha!)

This is that gun talk house call (Blaaow!)

Get out the way when you run into fuckin' outlaws (Let's go!)

[Verse 3: 1 Ton]

I ain't never did no sucker shit to make a dollar (Never)

If being silent made you rich I'd be a fuckin' baller (One hundred)

If street knowledge was a college I'd be a scholar (That's right)

Nerds know I'm really smarter, niggas know I've been a brawler (You know what's up)

Jedi of the night club, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Tech N9ne to E-40, everybody know me (Erbody)

Dimes in my DMs, they all wanna blow me (That's right)

They used to hate but they love me now, I'm Old Kobe (Uh huh)

You get respect in the flesh, not off The Internet (Respect)

Fuck a blue check, come around, get chin-checked (Come on with it)

Twitter thugs who wanna combat on comments (Why?)

Fuck a snitch, real niggas, we got next (We next)

Stand up, you get a dub or learn a lesson (Uh huh)

Everything I said I meant it, ain't no second guessin' (I meant it)

Bitch niggas wanna jump me, see the Smith & Wesson (Uh oh)

I'm from The Wild West and still alive, it's such a blessin'

[Chorus 2: 1 Ton]

This is that grown boy dope hit (boy dope hit), this is that West Coast real spit (Coast real spit)

This is that don't nobody know shit (Don't nobody know shit)

Don't snitch (don't snitch), stay focused on your own crib (On your own crib)

This is that straight raw don't trip (Raw don't trip)

This is that hard truth po pimp (Po pimp)

That real shit every time you heard a sound off (Heard a sound off)

That's what you get when you listenin' to outlaws (Outlaws)

[Outro: 1 Ton]

What up? What's your favorite soda 1 Ton? Correct. Kickin' it with my mans in here. Claas. What up? Yeah