[Intro: Dah Fetti]

You just know how to hide

Y'all niggas know how to fuckin' hide a lot

Me, I don't have that, you see me

Me, me

I always tell the truth

Always tell the fuckin' truth, I stand on it, even when I fuckin' lie

You always lie, so say "Good night", to the bad guy

Say "Good night", to the bad guys, the last fuckin' time you see us

We the top seed, we the chasers, free the face arrangers, go, go

[Verse 1: Dah Fetti]

Aye bro stop right here and let me out, I'm on his ass

40 stick inside this Gen 5, and it got a switch attached

I'm tryna make a new strain, I'm gettin' tired of Rizzy lack

That nigga plaque, too many strains that got created after that

Fetti Durant, the way I hop out with this drac' and make a mess

I shoot for 3, and broski posted in the paint to clean the rest

Get up close, DOA, we hittin' niggas in they chest

R.I.P's'll have a nigga screamin' like he got Tourettes

We've been back to back, puttin' numbers on that board, go check the stats

We knocked they brother off a year ago, and they still ain't get back

That boy a foot soldier, it's a damn shame the way he met his death

I'm tryna pave some shit for broski, get up close and leave a mess

And you know broski ain't drivin', you know that he the shooter

Gotta find another way to that drop, we fuck around and call a Uber

That boy was loafin', he had his head down, yeah he a snoozer

One of my bitches gave the drop, I'm on my way to go remove him

[Bridge]

Fuck man, I ain't gonna ever have this lil nigga man

Niggas know, bitches know, we the top seed

Dead niggas know, roll the Buddy and the Rizzy and the Fro

[Verse 2: Li Rambo]

Niggas runnin' with they gun, so what fun is we gon' have

They done got me turnt up, bitch you know I'm back inside my bag

Yo' homie was a crash, that's why lil, couldn't last

He caught one to the top, I know Osama went out sad

Made it rain out on they block, he ain't slide back, he know it's us

No switches on the Glock when I was dumb, and that's a finger fuck

Ain't no joyride in this johnny, bitch we bend to buckle up

He got hit and tried to run, I think his shit was givin' up

Somebody help him up, I heard his blood was on the pavement

And when I hopped out started blickin', niggas started breakin'

What your dumbass runnin' for? Lil nigga we ain't racin'

Y'all wasn't there for him when dummy needed y'all the most

He almost died, ain't have his burner, damn that shit was close

We made shit hot, and we got busy, bitch shoutout the locs

Bro wet his T, his shit was drenched, he lack, man he got soaked

They dropped a Lo, we droppin' 'nem, that's how we give out smoke

And we be heavy on they side, we just tryna catch a victim

And if he loafin' out there, that's a score, and we gon' blick him

[Verse 3: Dah Fetti]

Aye Rambo just gave me the call, and I'm gon' go and get 'em

Hop out blick them, frrrr, he better not fall when he hear the switchy

Yeah, he better not fall and get turned to Rickey

A whole lotta shots when we movin' through the city

A hunnid bowls just landed, come fuckin' get them

A whole lotta bud in the city, niggas know who did it