[Verse 1: Jdot Breezy]

Hit the lights, bitch its 30 off in this 9

Put this beam on his ass hit that nigga in his eye

You wanna ride wit em you die wit em bro we slangin iron

Its a drum on this K i swing this bitch like i was blind

762 out that chop leave a nigga momma crying

Play for keeps just keep your heat cuz its really niggas out here dying

Why you reppin on that shit that ain't body you lyin

Hit a nigga with a stick and hope his ass crucify

He wanna jump off in that water he gon splash or get wet

Bullets flying nigga dying shoot that [?] off his neck

Bitch im known for slanging iron im gon die bout my respect

Stood over dude 2 in his neck and then put 6 in his chest

Add that up bitch its 8 762 fuck that vest

223 clean up the scene even though it leave a mess

Yoga class training shit we be leaving niggas stretched

Run down on you by myself i ain't no rookie ima vet

His ass smoke Greenlight mean go lets up the sco shit thats a bet

Go toe to toe they at the sto we need mo bodies put to rest

Look down the sco aim for his fro knock his brains by his neck

Smoking dope thats gas hit a nigga with this tech

Who want soke give him a dose he gon feel it in his chest

Hollow eat that nigga brain now that nigga think less

Swiss cheese the whole car watch the crash dummy wreck

Best believe Jdot gon squeeze if he sneeze he get blessed

[Interlude: Backstreet Tk]

And thats just that

NHG, No Hospital Gang

We ain't scared nigga

We the topic of the feds

I keep one in the head

[Verse 2: Backstreet Tk]

We need another dead opp Bibby old news

Spin up on they block choppa eat his ass like soul food

How you tryna beef and pussy nigga we dont know you

Jdot get throwing dragon balls like he goku

Hold up let em overdose

Bullets travel go coast to coast

Niggas bitches they do the most

Like snapchat they be getting ghost

Insurance on yo self instagram they love makin post

Put some bread on his head now the nigga getting toast

A nigga killed my dawg now that shit over with

Do him like a leep with the heep we gon blow the jit

My dawg turned snake in my face and i ain't notice it

Caught em on my line then the nigga had the [?] the jit

Creep up on his block like a fox knock him out his sock

Bullets hit his head peel back his top now he a top opp

It ain't no Biggie we gon spin do his like Pac

13 rockets in this Glock James Harden on the block

Told Ksoo ass to chill we gon handle that

40 bullets melt the nigga face just like candle wax

Told my Glock to pray before you eat where yo manners at

It replied niggas died 6block where they bound to slide

Speaking on Snoop thats the quickest way to go

Heard you ragged on ya mans thought lil Bibby was yo bro

6 momma got shot, he ain't even up the sco

Glock like bic he'll light you up just like a pote

[Outro]

Ay fuck them dead ass niggas

Niggas know where the fuck we be at

And niggas know who putting in work

You niggas ain't did shit out here

Pussy ass niggas