[Intro]

(LowkeyMali, what's the word?)

Grrah, grrah

Die F's, Die F's (Die Wvttz, die Wvttz, die Wvttz, die Wvttz)

F's, F's, F's, F's

[Verse]

We was troopin', three deep on the Ruff, I was buggin'

Look in his eye, nigga thought I was bluffin' (Like, what?)

I thought they was cool, had to flick with my buzzin'

Every drill I was on, I threw some, had 'em duckin'

Baow, one, he ran on his mans

Baow, two, he lookin' like, "Damn"

Baow, three, I told brodie to blam

Tried to walk that boy down, had to get out that jam

They dissin' on X, had to score me a bucket (Word to my dead, nigga)

Shh— got hit, they did nothin'

Fuck the Ruff, man, them lil' niggas duckin' (Them niggas hit)

Got multiple scenes on that block, had 'em runnin'

Keep takin' risks, and they keep gettin' tagged

Startin' to get mad, why thе fuck they not back?

Movin' too tact', nigga, pull down ya' mask

I bet Eli won't lack, almost shot in his ass

Wixk got scapped, boy, you a victim ?

Caught Nazzy lil' dumbass, on bro, niggas kickеd him

Nazzy got lucky, he ran, should've spliffed him

Woody had beam on his back, should've blicked him

Crazy part is, they both had they G's

And they ran with them shits, better flock when it's me

'Cause on bro, I'ma flock with no ski

If my life on the line, then it is what it be

F Block-K, smack 'em with the what? (Die Wvttz)

Aight, bet, everybody get down

KayDay face, stuck in the clouds

Oh wait, that's DaeDae, he fell on the ground (Stupid)

I'm a demon, you know they can't hang

Fuck Web, nigga, spin for your gang

Shit so real, had to purge in the rain

Catch Fatz and his bitch, then I'm parkin' that May' (Die Makk)

Let off three, bitch, I'm ballin' like Sleepy

I'm feelin' like John, when I'm flickin', can't see me

Better duck, when I'm flickin', can't reach me

All black for the drill, tryna to put 'em on TV

Double hands on the pole, I'm tryna see 'em drop

Spin through the F, word to bro, you get flocked (F Block, F Block)

64 what? All of 'em shot

Nigga ran to that door, we would've got him flocked

I can't argue with Ruff, I done made that shit hot

Eli ducked, he should've got shot

Fuck DD, I still Notti Bop

With the F's and the 'Rips, tryna flock at a 'Wokk (OYK)

Don't pass me no Country, that nigga is box

Want a Wasca with Melly and E with the Dot

Watch this, I'ma go make 'em duck

Look what happened to Fatboy, go pick that boy up

Push up on me, I bet you get shot

We them F Block demons, lookin' for the opps

How do they diss when I spin through they block?

I don't know why they diss, 'cause I done made it hot

Fatboy a dick, man, that dummy got shot

Eli, he should've been in a box (Dummy)

I made most of 'em duck, once they heard all them shots

I was flockin' from mornin' and night for this block (Die F's, die F's, die F's)