[Intro]

(That's all Taz can do is fight, he's a street thug)

[Verse 1: GrindHard E]

With this— alright

With this 17, let off two shots, you hear wop, wop

Tryna head tap an opp, I heard he ridin' in a drop-top

Fuck a trap, I'm out here trappin' off my phone 'cause the spot hot

[Verse 2: MIA Ghost & GrindHard E]

In the striker ridin' with that yop-yop on an opp block

Niggas bots, they don’t shoot shit, niggas not opps

Smoke him in the whip, we'll box in they hotbox

We ain't gotta backdoor, kick in the back door after the knock-knock

I ain't tryna kill him, I might shoot all at his feet and make him hopscotch

[Verse 3: MIA Ghost]

Put 'em in a gas tank, we gotta shoot a play on Comstock

Bro know I'm shootin' when it's time, ain't no—

Bro know I'm shootin' when it's time, ain't no shot clocks

We got buttons for them Glocks and we got chops

Bitch, we ridin' with them bitches on us & we got thots

If he runnin', put some holes in his shoes, now he got Crocs

If a nigga call his self playin' with bro, hе probably got popped

[Verse 4: GrindHard Rerock]

We parking shit with them buttons, bitch, wе got a lot

Tell that lil' nigga get his pop, I bet it get him popped

Tell that lil' nigga send a drop, I bet we spin a block

This chop'll leave his ass bakin' even if he akh

Them niggas said we ain't on shit, then they smokin' rocks

He wanna wrestle, actin' cocky, I'ma smoke The Rock

He movin' loose on the 'Gram, now we know his block

I was little, poppin' big-ass guns that make your shoulder pop

[Verse 5: MIA Ghost]

Before the switches was around, bro was totin' chops

We'll get to flickin' at y'all ass whether y'all pose or not

I mean, we'll get to flickin' whether niggas got they poles or not

Bitch, I'm all ten, give a fuck you with your bros or not

[Verse 6: GrindHard E]

Grabbed a small pop, grab— ah, fuck

Grabbed a small pop, poured a deuce of PAI, but it look like Wock'

Bag gone, I bet you wishin' that you would've, should've, could've copped

Smoked a zip and dropped a couple zips, but I ain't waste a drop

[Verse 7: GrindHard Rerock]

E, what the fuck you pour up? I can't taste the pop

Put my gun in a nigga mouth and make him taste the “pop”

Before we hit them niggas' block, we was stakin' out

Get-back ain't got no date on it, we gon' wait it out

[Verse 8: GrindHard E & GrindHard Rerock]

I be in the hood, still in the trap, but I made it out

Ain't no furniture or power in the crib, look like a vacant house

Catch him out of bounds with this blick, he ain't gon' take it out

Bust a bitch down and got some head, I heard you ate her out

[Verse 9: MIA Ghost]

He gon' get his ass chased down for all that chasin' clout

Shit gon' get real, we tryna see what niggas fakin' 'bout

Re had pills before the road, brody made a route

Niggas better off tail-tuckin', that's the safest route