[Intro]

Johnny Caravaggio

Blaow, gang, gang gang, yeah

Free gang

Don't be goin' to no kickbacks

Draco and it got a kickback (Yeah)

Brrt, baow (Luciano)

Ooh

[Verse]

I don't be goin' to no kickbacks

Draco, it got the kickback

Slide with the sticks, we ain't sleepin' on that

I slide with a hundred depending on that (Trapnanana)

Fuck all that peace treaty, I ain't even into that

Used to stand on the block sellin' that comeback

Nigga get stepped on for them big, big racks

Disrespect the gang, I'm callin' up Double Back

Ayy, the stick I got, it got no limit

Shots went off, now they up in my business

I send them sneaky shooters off in your trenches

They run at you, would've thought that we was blitzin'

AR, you know my niggas ain't missin'

X talk, we got them sticks, we can't miss you

Run down on him, he ain't comprehend it

We talkin' you down if you ain't a gang member

These niggas don't know what happened to the land lick

Ahk Gang, I got my mans, nigga

We pullin' up, hoppin' out trash, nigga

These niggas ain't nothin' but internet killers

I bet I be in and out of there like John Dillinger

Can't eat with you nigga, you pilgrim

Don't know how we living, can't feel it

I'm Double Back so my first instinct to kill

Homicide Boy poppin' out of the Jeep

She got the sweet tooth, she tryna eat

We lookin' for niggas, they hidin', we seek

I think I'm J. Reid, I'm in too deep

And we slide with the sticks, your mama won't sleep

If we pull up, your brother won't eat

Man down, nigga, that's another OG

Put this dick on the plate, bitch, bon appetit, uh

Your shooters, they shootin' like D league

My shooters elite like an NBA pro team

I give her the dick, she say that protein

I got the water, splash, I'm not talkin' chlorine

Bust down thotiana off the morphine

Luciano only fuck with the home team

Graow, graow, graow, we shoot up your whole team

Shootin' up more than a motherfuckin' dope fiend