[Intro: WAWG MAX]

Gang

Gang, gang

(Yo, Guap you makin' beats again?)

[Verse 1: WAWG MAX]

Pop up out that cut, bitch, we got a lot of shells

Claiming he a demon, I'ma send that nigga straight to hell

Swang that corner, I'ma jump out, I'ma send him up

23 on my choppa just like Ralo when I fill him up

We done hit 'em up

Paramedics picked him up

And yeah this choppa dirty, bitch don't worry I'ma switch it up

I don't give a fuck, get that shovel, dig 'em up

This voice up in my ear, but this that money I'ma get it up

Fuck Luh Leeke, catch that nigga, I'ma fuck him over

All my niggas eatin', choppa beatin' out the fuckin' Rover

La Cracka spot a fuckin' opp, you know I fuckin' got right on him

With this choppa hit him up, him and his fuckin' partner

Knocked him out his fuckin' pants, he and his fuckin' partner

I love your neighbor, fuck that bitch I should've fuckin' dropped her

But let me shut my mouth, I know thеm crackers fuckin' watchin'

Free all my niggas, all them niggas that was fuckin' [?]

[Verse 2: La Cracka]

Ducci can't go in schools, he a rapist

Mеleeke left John, why the fuck he didn't make it?

Ralo had his gun, but his pussy ass was fakin'

Since y'all smokin' on Lil Petey, bitch I'm smokin' on that baby (Aiden!)

Like a fat bitch, if I catch you I'ma chase you

John tried to run, but they mothafuckin' faced him

Never on their block, 'cause I'ma send them to their maker

Choppa turn yo' ass black, I call that lil bitch my baker

Fuck Jacourey, that nigga a fuckin' duck

If I catch you lackin', swear to God, bitch I'ma fuck you up

Bullets start to hit him, 762s make him fuckin' tuck

Hittin' at yo mama pussy nigga, I don't give a fuck

[?] Yeah, a black tee

Yeah, his shirt was white until I hit him with them 223's

Now he leakin' out with his brains scattered in the streets

John got caught, well who got away? They say Meleeke

[Verse 3: WAWG MAX]

These demons 'round me but I feel like I'm the fuckin' devil

Cremate his body, dig him up, don't need no fuckin' shovel

Do him special, watch how bro crop you out with that Beretta

Just had to do a nigga bad, thought he was on my level

Bro say he wanna be in comp, say he gon' do him better

But I can't let 'em, 30 shots came out my Smith & Wesson

Get close up on him with that chop, knock off his fuckin' shoulders

I'm tryna send a nigga up, like Mentos and some soda

These niggas soft, I call 'em sheets the way fuckin' fold 'em

Bro go blowin', keep on goin' with that tool on 'em

He keep on scorin', he gon' make the fuckin' leader board

Either or karma on his ass for tryna get my boy

But he ain't goin', 'cause that choppa in the back seat

Make a nigga run like a athlete

On ten toes, but that's two feet

Too sweet, don't fuck with us, we too creep

Fuck the opposition, they been beat

Left all them niggas 6 feet

[Verse 4: La Cracka]

Take a nigga fuckin' soul, I look him in his eye

If y'all go and post up on that block, bitch, you gon' fuckin' die

When I shoot this bitch, flash red, boy this that fuckin' fly

You niggas ain't walk down on 6, so why you fuckin' lyin'?

Man, you niggas fast as fuck like a shootin' star

Bitch, we known for walk downs, ain't no shootin' out the car

Catch that pussy Noah, I'ma pop his ass just like a bar

Free Lil Fefe, that's my bro, we smoke opps up out the gar

I think it's time to put a nigga on a shirt

Keep speakin' on 3-5, pussy, watch a nigga end up murked

Rest up to Lil Mookie, Zion, can't forget my big bro Durk

Bitch nigga, stop hidin', time to take a ride in that hearse

Free my brother Rasta, he'll be home soon

If y'all come outside another [?] gon' be on the news

Crackers they be mad, because we left their ass with no clues threw my Glock away I gotta go get me another tool