[Verse 1: LLOADED]

He just sip on lean and he don't speak, he just light the chop

Keep my hands clean, but that don't mean you ain't gon' meet the mop

If I pull up late, I get it gone, so I be out by 8

I go K4K, boy, I don't play, my lil' one work the Drac'

My lil' partner just caught for a broom, he tryna sweep the room

Ain't no gettin' cool, you think it's sweet, get sent right to your doom

He don't like to talk, he just come get you, he like Jeepers Creepers

He don't like to talk, he just come get you, he like Jeepers Creepers

Tried to pray to God, but it was too late, I think I prayed to Kaiden

Know lil' Ky them tryna crack your dome, they don't like conversatin'

If it ain't 'bout money, I can't answer, I been losin' patience

And I ain't gotta worry 'bout 'em stealin' 'cause my partner takin'

I feel like the Godfather, callin' shots and get him flipped

He ain't got no Beyblade, but I swear to God he let it rip

I'm locked in with steppers all around, it's like a marching band

I got free bands hangin' out my pocket like I'm Taliban

23 servin' bags, he havin' gas, it have you coughin' bad

We gon' stomp for Kaiden every trip and that's what leave 'em mad

This ain't no regular Jeep, I'm stayin' low-key, boy, this a brand-new Track'

I pull up and park, hop out this car and hop back in the 'Cat

[Verse 2: Wee2Hard]

Free B-Boy, I fuck with Glizzy Gang, yeah, hold them glizzies up

Two glizzies, two Dracs, four shooters, bitch, we don't do drivin' (Boom)

One opp talkin' crazy 'cause he in jail, but he in PC (Pussy)

Fuck a switch, Lego, peep my switch, that bitch shoot automatic (Grr)

Nigga, fuck your gang, if it's smoke, you better bang in silence

She ain't never fucked a shooter, introduced her to homicides

Diggin' in her stomach, she pulled me closer, whispered, "Cum inside"

Bitch keep askin', "What's Omerta Fam?" I think she gang unit

Step on who? Boy, you ain't gon' step on shit, my section full of steppers

I know cameras watchin', I keep a hoodie, I move with a fully

Hard to catch me lackin', I'm with them shooters, we be droppin' shit

Heard he run his mouth, so when we catch him, we gon' mute the bitch (Shh)

She always in her phone when she around, I'm 'bout to shoot the bitch

Rather pay for bodies than buy a watch, I'm tryna bury somethin' (Shh)

It's a different feel when you snatch a soul, but they don't know who did it (Shh)

Need a mask when I'm in public, I seem to be a terrorist threat

Never seen me lackin', I'm on a date, my Glock inside her purse

For that shit he said, we kill his brother and fuck his baby mama

No choice but to take it there, he say he smokin' bro, we face his ass

Red, green beam, no laser tag, we pull up paper tag

Can't talk 'bout the shit I did, but I can talk 'bout how I live

Two deep in that field, fuck a gun range, I learned this in the field

Bury me with 50K in my casket with expensive fabric

'Fore I ever step foot in the booth, I rap to my glizzy

[Verse 3: Lil Bigg]

The opps be tryna hit up my big bro, tell a bitch to stop

Naw, keep that same energy I had before, it ain't no coppin' out

I heard that them niggas want me dead, a few of they partners got popped

And surgery the only reason you ain't dead, you better thank the docs

Stitch him up, I heard y'all niggas gangbang, bitch, I don't give a fuck

And we don't throw up signs, no semi gang, bitch, hold your fully up

These opp niggas keep dyin', they killers with me, I might let y'all clique up

I'm buyin' all the shooters, gon' spin for B, he gon' get up your bucks

Your bitch gon' fuck right now, no, I ain't Khris, no, I get big-dog bucks

I give him twenty-two hundred, no meditatin', he gon' shoot your shit up

And how y'all call that get-back when y'all spin and ain't nobody touched?

Fuck a 39-deuce, spin a two-door 'Cat, just me and Maniac

DaeDae and Breaking News, them my big brothers, I'm from that murder side

I came down, they asked me to learn to trap, all we know is homicide

Niggas cappin', say that they bust back, why you ain't hit the splatt?

I can't count our drills on both our hands, it ain't no cap on that (Bah-bah-bah-bah)

What the fuck is that, a semi gun?

When my niggas shoot, you just hear (Brr), bitch, that's on all our guns

Pistols turn to choppers

Choppers turn to flamethrowers, send bro back to the doctor

Stop the show, I grab your bitch and make her sing out "Larry Lobster"

A nigga I whacked can be with bro, know it's all love, you still my partner

But I ain't callin' off no drills, you better duck, you hear that chopper

Adrian Peterson, Adderall and Perc', you know that I'm a pill popper

When he leave school, he go to work, ain't got no badge just to find a popper

[Interlude: Lil Bigg & LLOADED]

Yeah, forever gang shit, nigga

Don't put nobody in my bitch, nigga

Fuck you talkin' 'bout, pussy-ass nigga?

He don't like to talk, he just come get you, he like Jeepers Creepers

[Verse 4: JRipey]

You know I fuck with Bigg, so when we slide, we got like thirty splatts

My favorite opp been talkin' crazy, you know that he gon' get whacked

I thought a young nigga worked at Lids, how many times these niggas cap?

And I heard that you sellin' mid, lil' boy, you don't know nothin' 'bout the trap

Nigga play with us, you know you die, this an R.I.P.

I called up twin, you know we finna slide, I got Glock on me

Got too much rank up in the city, better watch the way you talk to me

They call me Mr. Walk 'cause I walk you down, then I walk on beats

He tellin' me that it's on the 'Gram, I tell him keep it in the streets

Boy, you do not know who I am, I'll really sweep you off your feet

That boy started talkin' to me like a rapper, I wasn't even payin' for no feat'

That boy ass really is a capper, so you know that boy deceased

My partner got a Gen5, tinted windows when we slide

I don't know about them other guys, but if you play, you know you die

Know we steady roll up zot', niggas know we gettin' fried

Stupid ho tried to drop the dot, you know she ain't make it alive