[Intro: Lilbuckss]

Fuck a go

Backseat boy

I got points

Go, go, I'm runnin' point

Go, go, go, go

[Verse 1: Lilbuckss]

Heard he was a 6er, now look what happened to the baby fixer

We the campers, we slidin' when it's hot, guess we the riskers

He keep lyin' in his raps like we don't know them niggas bitches

Ain't duckin' from these glizzies, .556s or these switches

Why you worried 'bout the gang? Why the campers in your mentions?

Oh, that's out there where you hang, I guess you fuckin' with them niggas

I'm just slimy like my bitch, I have a comment on your picturе and you slid in her DM

She told you bring your friends with you and you did

You dummy, you was thinkin' with your dick

And wе pop from out that Cut 4 with them campers, boxed 'em in

And I see him clickin' up, so that's just extra blocks to bend

That's just extra shots to send, we be droppin' lots of men

He made a diss and then he died, that boy ain't stand on what he said

He sendin' threats in my DM, I ain't text back, leave 'em on read

Bro got booked for six attempts, my other homies in the feds

When we catch him, we showin' no remorse, we hit his head

We can't link up with the opps 'cause niggas might just send the cops

How you niggas got beams but you ain't hit him in his top?

We the opps who throw them shots, really got Glocks fresh out the box

Niggas cappin', they ain't never slide for weeks, nonstop

They said Bucks locked up again, why he keep doin' time?

You just a rapper, I'm really out committin' all these crimes

I'll open that back door and throw the oop right to my slime

You come around with all that money with no gun, you gettin' robbed

Pistol P, that's my guy, he don't like to show his face, he hate the blockers

So he goin' full throttle in the paint

Bullets goin' through the windshield, all this glass in his face

Niggas nervous, Lil Buckets got a stash full of pape

[Verse 2: Leaf Ward]

I ain't nothin' like the rest of them niggas, I'll stretch them niggas

Know the mob a threat, I was you, I wouldn't upset them niggas

I don't sweat it, they wan' go against the grain, I let them niggas

I don't do no runnin', but lil' bro jump out, he catch them niggas

We done killed the whole fuckin' block, them niggas all layin'

Can't lie, there's one survivor, when he die, that's ball game

Bro was over folks shootin' his face until the law came

I started gettin' active back when we was wearin' Balmain

I been fuckin' niggas' moms, you tryna fuck a baby mama

I wasn't, now I'm tryna kill my cousin like Zay Osama

Tell my bitch be calm and tap the gas when they behind her

Told her how I jam, let's see if they can stay behind her

Fuck, you died ten times and want more beef

If I want hoopin', guarantee you I'll hit floor seats

All this work without no footage, somebody record me

I'm the rapper, when I wanna get active, bro ignore me

Still get in that V, Lil' was showin' me the ropes

Bro, God get over top, different strokes for different folks (Different strokes from different folks)