[Verse 1: YB]

My block's straight savage

Headshot, brain damage

From the 7th, where it's [?] equals spray canners

Beef ain't nuttin', these neeks stay runnin'

We ain't fuckin' with police, my G's say nuttin'

No, we keep it still with us

In the Gaza, I'm surrounded by some real niggas

We don't pill niggas, we some real hitters

We don't pill niggas, we some real hitters

No sneak dissin', I let my G's hit 'em

Dodgin' undies 'cuz I ain't tryna see prison

Fuck bitches, I'm just tryna fuck and go

Violate, I know some niggas that will touch his home

Stay poled up, bait ting, no gloves

I ain't gotta scream Woodgrange 'cah they know us

And I ain't even gotta say much

No new niggas, still rollin' with them same tugs

Still gotta keep my blade tucked

'Cah these paigon niggas want me where the graves are

Uh, and you better have your heat as well

'Cuz when I push it in a nigga, he 'gon need some help

I ain't new to jail, but I've been to hell

Woody Road savages, we squeezin' shells

I'm from a place where niggas don't show love

So I show none, so you better have your raasclaat phone tucked

'Cah when I push it in a nigga, he 'gon fold up

Mm, 'gon-

Look, listen

[?], my nigga step on your block if you test us

I insert my shank when I have a donny lookin' ketchup

We [?] run if you're fucking snitchin' when the feds come

I was blowin' P's, I had to go and get some

It's my time, my niggas press when the time's right

Strally might fucking cut off your lifeline

Drill peak, I be on the block with some real Gs

And them niggas ain't wussy, they don't feel me

Them donnies lyin', they ain't sittin' in the trap

Last time I saw a donny, he was doin' laps

He was talkin' so I pulled it on a paigon

Couple days later, had me sittin' in the station

He had me sittin' in the station

No bally, you know I done it on a bait ting

You know I done it on a bait ting

Woodgrange wave, you know [?] shot

[Verse 2: J Stacks]

Who's moist? Nigga, I beg you, talk up

You ain't ever ridin' on my G's, bunch of fools cuffed

Man, I'm never lackin' out 'ere with my tool tucked

Pole on me, fuck that, I let the tool bruck

I ain't into Twitter beef, nah, nigga, fuck that

Buck me in my zones, late nights where my tugs at

And then 3v1, we'll come to your sides

[?] Thursday, know that we're about that life

I been ridin' six weeks straight, you don't even know the half

Me and Crookz makin' trips, yeah, we're goin' hella 'ard

Money on my mind, at least it got me working hard

No way I put my grind on hold for a computer, brah