[Intro]

Boom boom!

Wall bang!

Bow bow!

Lakes!

[Chorus: Cyraq]

Spin in a tuxedo we handle our business

Diss on the gang like Dora he missin

This nigga shakin and twitchin and bitchin

The Glock a mosquito he scratchin he itchin

Nigga get bit if he go outside

I like being it cuz I'm not finna hide

New baby 9, pull up and die

Imma fuck in decline I'm not finna lie

Cuz bitch Imma ho and I ain't gon cap

I like patty cake nigga play Imma clap

I'm trigger happy I ain't givin no doubt

Rob who he died outside the trap

Nigga run in this ho Imma wall bang

Rap ass nigga gon free like 2 chains

Bag on yo head or go get me a new chain

You gon get shot trynna play like Luke came

[Verse 1: Cyraq]

I feel disrespected so I'm finna shoot

A body collectеd we took off his roof

OG got me stuck like a blunt full of gluе

My dawg lil Eric he finna get loose

Nigga I keep me a stick like a log

The bitch too ghetto she turnin me off

You better keep suckin until I go soft

Element of surprise while he walking his dog

Nigga aim at yo target you shootin at the ground

Yo uncle a pallet we layin him down

Loaded got the bed so I fucked on the coach

No TV bitch just watch ho mouth

Touchdown in the pussy then turned to a kicka

And when I get rich I'm a rich ass killa

Glock both ways, bitches and niggas

Imma shoot if you come out the sto' with a swisher

My niggas tweekin on big and small shit

Lil Eric short but he fuckin a tall bitch

Ion like big Glocks give me the small bitch

911 we slid he callin

Eveytime I pop out this lil ho wanna eat me

And yeah I'm that nigga so they wanna be me

Glock with a dick boy you not finna be me

You gon see this Glock on my hip when you see me

[Chorus: Cyraq]

Spin in a tuxedo we handle our business

Diss on the gang like Dora he missin

This nigga shakin and twitchin and bitchin

The Glock a mosquito he scratchin he itchin

Nigga get bit if he go outside

I like being it cuz I'm not finna hide

New baby 9, pull up and die

Imma fuck in decline I'm not finna lie

Cuz bitch Imma ho and I ain't gon cap

I like patty cake nigga play Imma clap

I'm trigger happy I ain't givin no doubt

Rob who he died outside the trap

Nigga run in this ho Imma wall bang

Rap ass nigga gon free like 2 chains

Bag on yo head or go get me a new chain

You gon get shot trynna play like Luke came

[Verse 2: Top Shoota]

My bullets they yellow I call em the Simpsons

You'll get hit like we playing tennis

No mortal combat you know that these feelings

So I'm smokin that gas I'm high like a celing

I'm top shoota cuz I catch bodies

Feel like Dej Loaf I want you to try me

Use your iphone so you can come find me

Let off some shots now he stuck to a hoby

What you gon do if you get in that jam?

What you gon do if yo partna get blammed?

Is you gon slide or go diss on the Gram?

I'm Top Shoota I'm coming right now

Ion give a fuck how a young nigga feel

You'll get popped like a mo' fuckin pill

Turn on yo block and get hit with some steel

I'm a real killer I swear I'm for real

Caught his ass lackin I see him outside

Feel like JJ cuz this a good time

Ain't no games this shit is for real

Fuck that, football I stay in the field

Three lil pigs got shot with a glick

I feel like a woof how I'm blowin his bitch

Is it my money and I need it now

Shootin in the circus don't fuck with no clowns

Fuck drive by's don't shoot up no houses

Destroyin these bullets he think it's the Falcons

You will get hit with a brick like Deebo

I'm lettin off shots so I'm feelin like Cleo

Got his ass dancin he singin like Neo

Caught me a opp I catch him like Teo

Ya'll niggas dead ya'll next who we whackin

I'm real short I'm the dread headed Haitian