Released on April 1, 2023

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[Intro: Dougie B]

Grrah, grrah, rrah, rrah

Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah

(Hardheaded, baby)

(Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)

Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

Grrah, grrah


[Chorus: Dougie B]

When I'm smokin' on Yellow, I pop me a Cosby

Shit a hottie, bust his skullati

Two deep, I be with Yagi

We spinnin' Harlem like it's a hobby

Don't got the Glocky, beat him like Rocky

Free Oppy, that nigga Ali

Like, where your bros at? Them niggas kids

Smoke GPop, shit got a kick

Oh, they think they lit 'cause they wanna diss

Everything K, we don't do no cliques

I'm like, "Where the hoes at? Shit gettin' lit"

Doin' hip shit, she gettin' bent

Only Dougie and Dougz, it was never a Douglas

Catch one, he gon' go with his mans

Fresh out of jail and I see I got fans

Fresh out on bail and I still keep a tan


[Verse 1: Yagi B]

Three deep when you went on a what?

I was just jackin' it's up and it's still that

Smoke GPop in the spot he got killed at

Crush in my blunt, now I'm dancin'

Niggas ain't scorin', they missin'

Sweep in the spot, pack 'em up, now they all gone missin'

I'm right here, get up close if you want to

Big shots I shoot, this gun do

Like, why is my name in your tracks?

Spin through one deep, too tact'

Shoot first, no time to react

O-on that shit, I just can't put the knock down

He Trend, but he still gettin' shot down

On that block tryna knock off a dread

Jay Hound ridin' dick 'til he top shelf

C-can't catch him, then we crashin' his jet


[Verse 2: Jo Bandz]

Like, and I told y'all before that I'm tired of these new niggas dissin' (Yeah, I told y'all before)

Pull up and we get to sinnin' (Grrah, grrah)

On go with the G33, got me feelin' like Pippen (Like what?)

Get up close, there ain't no missin', like (Grrah)

Roscoe got beat, started limpin', like (Started limpin')

Matt got poked, started twitchin', like (Started twitchin')

Rah Rah got shot in his biscuit, like, grrah (In his biscuit, lil' bitch)

On my block, where they at? (Like what?)

Like, these niggas never got back (At all)

Like, let's go blitz on the Hats (Let's blitz)

GPop just died, that's an Ape in the pack (That's an Ape in the what?)

Like, bendin' like, "Where niggas at?" (Like where niggas at?)

If I catch me a Sweeper, leave him on his back (Grrah, grrah)

(Like, if I catch me a Sweeper, leave him on his what?)


[Chorus: Dougie B]

When I'm smokin' on Yellow, I pop me a Cosby

Shit a hottie, bust his skullati

Two deep, I be with Yagi

We spinnin' Harlem like it's a hobby

Don't got the Glocky, beat him like Rocky

Free Oppy, that nigga Ali

Like, where your bros at? Them niggas kids

Smoke GPop, shit got a kick

Oh, they think they lit 'cause they wanna diss

Everything K, we don't do no cliques

I'm like, "Where the hoes at? Shit gettin' lit"

Doin' hip shit, she gettin' bent

Only Dougie and Dougz, it was never a Douglas

Catch one, he gon' go with his mans

Fresh out of jail and I see I got fans

Fresh out on bail and I still keep a tan