[Sample: Gangs of New York]

What’s up wood

What’s going on

It means body snatchers

I didn’t ask for meaning

I asked the word

Ghoul, ghoul?

It’s a good word

Ghoul gang slaughters

A fresh out, outrage in the five points

[Verse 1: OG Maco]

Hooligan plotting loot

I was born and I know this world

Only the strong survive and I can prove it

Ducking behind the bushes sipping goose

Burning down your neck like a noose

With the homies hanging

Niggas riding by, we twisting fingers

Gang banging, set claiming

Oh if momma know how she would hate it

Trips in the field

Fuck a waiver for the glory

Neighbourhood legend why they bought you

I don’t know you

Who you?

We don’t know you, we’ll show you

Said they find them slumped over

Bag of bad bitch weed next to him

Die like he lived it

Nothing short of greatness how I give it

Try replicate and break your printer

Spool of that paper in my denims

Italian lamb skin on my balenci's

Woman so humble she go thrifting

Reward her with that berkin pussy tingling

Put her on that counter split decision

She spread eagle

Dog her like a master

Bet you beat her like a beagle

Did it for my niggas who the woman call to fuck

And if they ask the gang, OGG what you throw up?

Bet you know what’s up

Bitch try if you want

[Verse 2: JID]

It’s like Hooligan plotting loot

Going through hula hoops

From shooters who yell "hootie hoo"

When they finna shoot

Shit, bags leave 'em miserable

They goin' digital

Holy Jesus

Christian Louboutins on her physical

Swear my flow is sick, and it just not that curable

I’m shootin' from the hip, beef just not that miniscule

I been a fool, the benefit, like a benefactor

You rappers are knee slappers

Imma say it first, you repeat after

Wait for it

I be tryin' flex, but I ain’t even got the K for it

But if you try hold it in my face, then I'll take yours

JID just a hooligan Focker, not Gaylord

Going to fuck a white bitch, thank the Based God

[Verse 3: Johnny Venus]

Hooligan bill collectors

Keep on calling me up

Got to be cautious

Got to stalling for a couple more months

I know my time almost up

I know transition is a must

From where they busting they busting

Just to come up you must duck

I can’t do much but tell it like it is

I ain’t really got nothing else in my dream

Flying round wondering who taught y'all that shit

Man must have been hard coming up I see

But look, God bless you though

Hope the best for you

Extra extra terrestrial

We save the nest to rescue you

I'm guessing trapped inside cocoons where you learned to be flexible

Adding the extra addicts for your partner sitting next to you

Was hard for a nigga out here like me

Hit the country

In the car pack three by three

Plus I'm black so they ain’t really gotta see ID

I’m back in these streets

Like the paint in the sinks

That’s a stacks out my pocket every 3 cities

Bet a stack imma stack it back by 3 cities

Probably like three NY’s

Maybe like three Philly’s

Maybe like three little wives

Stack like three Peachtree's

[Verse 4: Doctur Dot]

It’s like Hooligan plotting loot

Looting like vikings do

Looking inside of you just one trick that my eyes can do

Sipping on lighter fluid

Influence inspire you

To put fire inside your belly

Empire is coming soon

Appetite so intense

Rottweilers, Dobermans

Choose a side

Pussy ride is on the fence

So delicious

Smell of cunnilingis

Linger round my chin and lips

At thirteen had me convinced

It make my facial hair get thick

I know niggas they will rather live a lie than man up and admit

The idols they worship was never really seen

The tide that I’m surfing have never seen the fishes

Too many storms

Too many storms

Bending these corners

Leaning in a the mazda

Wishing for a tesla

Screaming up to God

Like why you keep on testing

I done broke my pencil

Asking all these questions

I can see the future

Every thirty seconds

Paranoia got me walking softly

Cypher calls me like a silent auction

Probably would have been a smart abortion

But them college students, they just can’t afford it

Fuck it, Spillage Village 'till it stain the floor

Pay in a quarterly or pay the full

See they gun us down

Screaming save the forest

Then they turn the lumber into caskets for us

So I don’t do with all that back and forth