[INTRO]

Word to my mother

[VERSE: Humble Gz]

Niggas screaming out everything dead

When they run into us, now they wanna be friends

Like keep my knock up off one in the head

Shot out to Style he caught one to the head

Man fuck Nick Blixk but y'all heard what I said

When I spin in the feel I see everything red

My bitch my ooter, Jamaican with dreads

And it's free Nicky Grah, bro he's stuck in the feds

Look headshot we not aiming for legs like

You can talk all the shit on the net like

And my demons they riding for the set

Nigga freedom got shot, hе was yelling my leg

Look how you ootin and play for the bеnch

Everyone in the T knows whats up with the Drench

Like If you lack then we leaving you stretched

I can't go out like Breezy, as dumb as I left

Look move tact

Like when I up it you better move back

Like bro said if they shooting shoot back

And I'm smoking on Boomer, Drizzy, Jah, Black

Like outside theres a whole lot of straps

Boy I dare you too spin we gon' make a new pack

Me and Tazzo like Kobe and Shaq

He gon' blitz through the front, Imma blitz through the back

[VERSE: Tazzo B]

We on go, Whats the word?

You spin I spin nigga we taking turns

All the opps never learn

Look at your mans nigga dead in the dirt

Like and y'all ain't even get back yet

That shit don't sit right with me either

Bet y'all thought I was down for the count hah

I probably just needed a breather

Breezy lack for a sweat and got a PD'd

You talking on Queezy bet you dying to meet em

Opp treesh tryna line up here people

Just send addy bitch, don't you lie to me either

Gang be geeking, heard they needed a sequel

Me and you can never be equals bitch

Cause I'm in the field for real

Ain't just an image Im down for my migos

It was two six of us now it's trios

Like monopoly bitch I get three O's

If we coming just now that its 3 poles

If I knock it's cause you looked through that peep hole

I'm a menace my heart always free o

If I'm going I'm coming illegal

I took over the hood and then made it great

Now labels looking at my people

[VERSE: QG Meer]

They don't appreciate us till it's gone

Not a shooter, look at his form

Opps standing was never the norm

Look, stop, when it starts rip through his

Arm through his chest, better get a vest

Like better yet, ride out for your set

Chopper make a mess, hollows dig the vest

Like I think that I'm depressed

It get wicked when he died

He didn't get stalked so a nigga got shook

I ain't gon lie

Her pussy got me hooked

They be happy to see my niggas booked

Niggas be cappin have a license for the book

Can't remember how much stains niggas took

Like stop don't run

Yeah I click but I'm not done

Threw like 10 we used to do this for fun

He dropped the hat then run grah

She like the feeling inside

With Tazzo and Humble I know they gon ride

Look and then she got me sick

Tired of these bitches thinking that it's slick

And none of these niggas ever made it lit

And four of them niggas rolled up in a spliff

And some of these clowns out here talking hits

If that ain't q I be ready to blitz

Slide through the floss is as fun as it gets

Pulled me up that shit got me twisted

Fucked up, I hope they spin

Damn why be all up in the sinning with nothing less than 10

I'm send more than 10 damn