We the only niggas really cruizin

That nigga lackin hard I caught him snoozin

Gumby died with his FN why he ain't shoot it

Gumby died on IG live like bro was clueless

We OY you pull up then you gotta be stupid

He postin locations and wonder why he shot

I'm boxin niggas and spinnin my Glock

Gz talkin wild so we spinnin they block

He cried when the police said red dot

Rollin opps up they talkin like oh nah

Every opp dead and thats word to Orah

Like why we catchin Gz's lack

You still ain't caught a OY pack

Shoot you in the front while my youngin stabbin you in the back

You say you tryna pack you a OY

But you ran on your mans then he died

Like nigga talk and imma up it

Like my son he wanted a bucket

Like wе made sure evеrybody shot and thats word to my brother

Reppin OY im comin from under

First day out and we back from the gutters

Im lettin off shots he lookin for cover