[Intro: Spinabenz]

Nigga Rye in this bitch wildin'

He already got his kills, that's why I'ma snatch you, dog (Boom, boom, boom)

Let's go

Get the fuck down

Get the fuck down

Tornado Kidd (Let's go)

Chopper town (Let's go, boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 1: Spinabenz]

Gang, let me pour my meds up (Ayy)

Watch what you say, you disrespect, you get your head bust (Boom, boom, boom)

First he was talking, now he, baow, he's a dead fuck (Dead fuck)

TikTok-ing nigga, chopper make him dance, huh

2Pac, hit his ass up (Gang, grrah)

Let me roll my opps up (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Drop the window, light the block up

Did him bad, they said he got stomped (Grrah, grrah)

Nigga, you can try to hide, but you cannot run (Grrah)

Ayy, them niggas might be gangsters, but they not us

Ayy, them niggas might got guns, but they ain't shot nothin'

Niggas probably got in a lot of shootouts, them niggas never dropped nothin'

Flip the clip, they runnin' through the forest, niggas gumping (Bitch)

Fix the score, I'm tryna up it

Bitch, they know how I'm comin'

[Verse 2: Li Rye & Spinabenz]

We got bags in the city, Dope Boy, smoke on his ass every day

You know that we step forward, that's why your dead ass ain't here today (Yup)

Keith got shot up all in his face

Did y'all see how they had did Lil Zay? (Grrt)

Caught one to the mouth, straight out the south, we let them choppers spray

On all ten, they stepped on ten, had them cracking, we wiped it down

In war with the whole city, no pick and choose, bitch, I want them all

Walk down, headtap, had the bullets out, they left his head there

Ain't no point in spinning on them niggas block 'cause they scared there

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Grah)

Five percent the window, put it in my name and let my brothers slide in it (Skrrt)

Try to jump up in the smoke, and he died in it

Know that I ride with it

Bought a dirty pistol just to slide with it

Tried to spin, we parked the car

Try to run, he ain't gettin' far

They say I'm famous, but I don't give a fuck, I'm a shootin' star

Go on a drill, highspeed the law

Rockin' out 'cause I just popped a bar

Had a rubber in my pocket, still ain't use it, just fucked a opp ho raw

Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, that nigga target practice

These hollow tips gon' melt a nigga ass just like some fucking plastic

They hate to see me on the scene 'cause I leave shit tragic (Ayy)

Drop a bag, make niggas disappear, poof, call it magic (Let's go, ayy)

[Verse 3: Spinabenz]

I don't know her mama, but she call me daddy

I don't know 'bout frrt, but Mookie died in traffic

Mitch died, he was rich, he had Louis Vuitton on his casket

Bibby died after school, he should've skipped that shit and trapped it out

[Interlude: Spinabenz]

Bleep, bleep, bleep

Ayy, bitch (Bleep, bleep)

Okay, okay (Ayy, uh-huh)

Uh-huh, okay, somebody tell him

[Verse 4: Spinabenz]

Let's go, somebody tell him this shit go to [?]

Bitch, all motherfucking shots on me

Spray this Glock on beam

I'm a fucking triple felon with a chopper on me

Nigga, we ain't talking no badge, we pull up, drop your dog, and leave (Drop your dog)

Dirty-ass [?] Cuban, it was free

Pull up and swing the stick

Fuck who you hanging with (Grrt)

Pull up and spray up the house, grah, rearranging it (Let's go)

Pull up and air it out like it's stankin' in this bitch (Ah)

Pull up and air it out, leave him stankin', he a bitch