[Edai]

All the opp hoes yea they hang wit' me

Six-Double O I tell 'em blow, they gon' bang for me

Talkin' 'bout how you gon' drill, boy thas' make-believe

Damn I think I'll call Fredo I got the 8 wit' me

Lotta' these rappers in the Chi they kinda fake to me

Started the drill music you should be thankin' me

Claim 2-4 but crackin' trey's man you fake to me

Nigga claimin' L's, hell na he don't hang wit' me

Hold up you better slow up Cdai gon' blow some

Man down in yo' hood now nobody know nun'

(?) is up he got the lean, he gon' po' some

Rondo ain't for the convo, he gon' blow some

Er'body watchin' me damn I ain't know nun'

Got shot a couple times and nigga you ain't learn nun'?

Made you niggas wear the Gucci money ain't a thing to me

Whole time I got the blender shakin' dope in vacancy

Roll up I make her roll up, she gon' throat me

Talkin' 'bout watchu' gon' do, come and show me

How you fuck wit' niggas and you don't know 'em

Rock all that fake designer, that shit ain't normal

Get wet up I got the wetter, yea it split 'em

Can't trust her, she ( a rat bitch like Master Splinter

Fuck boys I know they bitch made, check your gender

But nigga he don't sell it why he trappin' in December?

He use too wanna be Six-Double O do you remember?

But Wuka got the choppa and the clip is a banana

Coolin' on Front Street and thas' on Indiana

All ma' niggas trained, they'll turn you to a phantom

Plenty these niggas heavy ain't got a penny

You diss me we get them semis and we be bandin'

Them semis they get too spittin' smoke like some chimneys

Man down we ain't playin' 'round you get the business

SQUAD!

All my 600's yea they hang wit' me

All my O'Blocks yea they hang wit' me

All my Lamrons yea they hang wit' me

All my Black Gates yea they hang wit' me

Callin' 4-6 yea they hang wit' me

Call up Young Money yea they hang wit' me (No 5-1)

Niggas they don't bang wit' me

Squad ! Les' get it, I'm out