[Verse 1: Mula O]

All these social networks, like snapchat

Hold up your camera, yelling gang up in the back [?]

Posting pictures of that shit up on your snapchat

Bitches lien, emoji crying on your snapchat

Hope Gwap O beat the case, and let my brother home

Niggas ain't fuckin wit us, I put it on my soul

Fuck the opps, ain't out here, niggas duckin poles

Fuck the opps, they snitchin, put it on the O's

Mula O on some shit boy

Bitches thots they doing dicks boy

YK t'd, you ain't on shit boy

Hit Sparky up, he doin hits boy

And im ridin wit my shitbag

Flex and Cali, them O's in it

We on the land we gettin busy

Tell these thot bitches keep from near me

I keep some bread, bitch i keep plenty

Sippin lean wit the team keep us dizzy

Block bussin, gang poppin out

Hitting stains bitch it's a drought

12 come, gang bailing out

Cuz we ain fuckin wit the cops

Wit a thot, im calling shots

Do bro, do bro, do squad

Bitch stop acting like you not

We in the trap, you use to that, bitch pick a spot

And we heading to the top

Getting money, fuckin hoes, bending blocks

For Star we on the block

I said for Star we sending shots

And free my boys out the box

Stain gang, fuck all the cops

Catch me rolling swisher sweets

Never wife a bitch, can't get with me

OTO, they stay with me

OTO and KSG

Gettin money, perfect time

Tell a thot bitch nevermind

Hop in the whip, yea we slidin

You said its bussin, bitch you lien

[verse 2: Stunna O]

Niggas already know, how this shit

Catch a opp on our [?] we take soul

Man these niggas hoes, and they not my bros

Put that on the O's that these bitches hoes

Block fuckin bussin, we gon take ya soul

Fuck all the cops, ima dodge them [?]

Niggas opps, niggas staying low

Niggas really hoes, they ain't poppin out

Block fuckin bussin, thots poppin out

If its fuckin beef [?] poppin out

Summer time, now its hot out

Opps all scary, they ain't on the block

When we slidin through steady calling cops

I call Bally, he wit Turnup, now we on your block

Sliding through with Shitbags, tryna catch a opp

Put they steady runnin, we ain't chasin them

Running to that money, steady chasin m's

Niggas really fake, niggas ain't your friend

Im smokin Copo, i can't comprehend

I caught a opp, I popped him in his chin

He went to sleep right up in the street

If its war, it can be beef

[verse 3: Lil O]

Time to up the score these niggas hoes

Pull up on the block, bitch ima blow

Niggas know im from the O

Free #9 cuz he gon blow

Im posted on the land

My niggas off some xans

A opp slide and he get changed

Run up on the block and ima bang

Call Stunna he on go

Niggas know how that shit go

Call Hype, he fuckin slidin in the whip

Call Turnup, he gon shoot him in his shit

Sparks got the strap

Run up on him, shoot him in his back

My niggas they ain't playin

What the fuck you sayin

My niggas t'd in this bitch