[Chorus: Mdot 59]
We on the Hill, where the fuck is the Bz?
Like, I’m tryna show ‘em my three
Roscoe, Dollie, got beat
Edot shot, put hisself in a tee
Dollie ducked, saw the flash of the G
Quai dead, he got left in the street
Kreep-K, they keep mentioning me
They know how I ball in the back of 23
[Verse 1: Mdot 59]
Back to back up the block tryna go for the kill
Like, I'm tryna show them my skill
COVID mask with a Tech, niggas go on a drill
If you not tryna flick on a drill, I will
Mdotty shot, that's the pack of July
Notti gone, he ain't survive
We on the Kreeps like Shaq in his prime
Woddy the Ape, he put on for the Lym
Tryna get in my mode, tryna step on the dime
[?], free throw line
Niggas get slimed if they not one of mine
They know I'ma throw if they throw up a 5
[Verse 2: Woddy]
I threw shot after shot, why they mention the guys?
[?], how the fuck he survive?
Got tired with the .40, went kuu with the .9
If the Apes not around, I'ma shoot with the Primes
Every scene I was on, I was banging my stick
When I got to they side, I was moving like (Wick)
Free the bros locked down, they was taking that risk, we the reason that Dubski dead in a ditch
L-Lou, Bino, they got a kick
When I got in that car, had to switch up the fit
I threw shot after shot, now they come for a pic
It was me, Fro and Naz on the 9 tryna bend
We was bending the Kreeps every day of the week
We got packs on your side, but we keeping it-
When I got up with Pop, I was moving like Pete
How the fuck is he blazin’? That nigga sweet
QB died, he couldn't duck from the heat
So many deads, I could see why they linked
4-41 on my back, I'ma do it for Sheek
When we spin through the JAG, I'ma scream out "Free Lee"
[Chorus: Mdot 59]
We on the Hill, where the fuck is the Bz?
Like, I’m tryna show ‘em my three
Roscoe, Dollie, got beat
Edot shot, put hisself in a tee
Dollie ducked, saw the flash of the G
Quai dead, he got left in the street
Kreep-K, they keep mentioning me
They know how I ball in the back of 23
[Outro: Mdot 59]
Baow baow baow baow
Like, they know how I ball in the back of 23, word to my mother nigga
Baow, we made him duck from the sound