[Verse 1: NazDTH]

Baow

Tryna chill wit' the 3, gotta bend wit' the 3

Single hand on the deuce, it be makin' him lean

Wanna creep on a Kreep, keep ya' hand on the G

Put ya' head up high when you flarin' the glee

Spin wit' the F it's a new movie scene

Makin' 'em dance when we put on the beam

When I hopped on the court, all on eyes on me

You gotta up quick to up quicker than me

Fazo hit, shoulder lean

Thunder macked, he got left in the street

MK stay dissin', get out of the V's

We throw on the mask when we click on a bee

Shoutout the F's, 1k tagged

Spotted a Kreep, got to ballin' like Flag

The Roe on dick so Poppa the gas

Nigga AJ shot, almost put in a pack

Baow baow

[Verse 2: Mdot 59]

Niggas throw for the Jet

If you dissin' the Jet, nigga you better duck or get low on the plates

Free baby Raf, niggas pumpin' that scene like we ain't go bang on the L’zz broad day

Niggas pushed up on Mel, I ain't gon' lie after that tryna bang in the O's same day

Free Woddy the Ape, he could vouch that I got in my stance but it jammed so we went to the Trey

I don't care to go act for the net, from the O's to the L’zz niggas know that I'm ballin' for mine

Fuck Notti and Dotty, he put the pole to his face, cocked it back and he blew out his mind

CJ cleaned up, face on the mattress, past-tense

Like why they mentionin' mine?

LA tried to run, spot him, got him, baow baow, niggas blew out his spine

Everybody vs. Dot, like I ain't troop back to back to they block

Niggas smokin' on Nu, man this shit gotta stop

Free Raf, nigga missed and the Jet almost dropped, like

Like, oh they double the O? Like I got double the pole

Tryna do it for Nu, I'ma put on a show

Threw the beam on his back, it ain't nowhere to go

2-3 zone if I'm bendin' wit Fro

DayHound, Bino, that's two in a row

Spot the Jet out the pack, but I throw for the Glo

The 'Ripk in the back tryna follow the flow

Baow baow

[Verse 3: BenzoDaG]

I done flicked on the Makks and that's word to my mother

Josh he went poof, don't forget about Thunder

1200 kids tryna put sumn' under

We throw for the 3, better duck for some cover

You takin' that deal when it's time to go drill

I could merch that I made sumn' spill

I threw four by the 4 in the back of the steel, baow baow like

Poppa got shot and he fell to the deuce

Chest shot, boom, and the nigga went poof

62 shots if you play wit' my boo

Niggas be cap, shit is deeper than views

Free Baby J, he went ku' off a deuce

Like 1k hit, that nigga made the news

What you know about sharin' a deuce?

When shit gettin' real you better lace your shoes

14zk, stop suckin' my dick

I'ma slide wit' a Runny and a Drip tryna click

Brand new gun, give a fuck about drip

Niggas be loafin', lackin' wit' no grip

[Verse 4: Jah Bandz]

I see shit gettin' real

My mama want me to stay up out the field

Niggas don't even know for my brother I kill

If it's flockin' or ridin' know he got the wheel

When it's time, put the V up in drive and then peel

Niggas watchin' my moves, gotta walk wit' the steel

I call Dot wit' the dot, he on time for the drill

If they touch one of mines give a fuck 'bout a deal

I ain't askin' for them to know just how it feel

I don't know why my name being said in them reels

Like, baow, nigga who got touched?

I done seen niggas run like they was outta luck

And I'm flockin' for T 'cause he do it for us

Why the fuck would he say that my niggas is pups?

When we get on they side nigga you better duck

Wit' the Makk in the back tryna pop out the cut

[Verse 5: Saithedemon]

Glah

I'm wit' the 'Ripk two deep, niggas know we ain't goin' for nun'

The 550 buggin'

I call the Makk just to spin on the Makk, and the first nigga movin' funny he a bucket

They can't run from the dot on his face

I'm in the 4z tryna work on my aim

I'm wit' the Hound tryna spin on the Hound, but they never outside 'cause we made them lil' niggas behave

[Verse 6: Woodat]

Like niggas ain't hear 'bout the last hit? Movie, shit was a classic

Up by the rim, goin' in for the basket

Feelin' like Pac, I told brodie to blast it

R.I.P Thot, we done made shit tragic

It's a risk or a chance, I'ma grab it

She a ten, fat ass, I'ma slap it

[?], gotta up it and blast it, baow

Niggas from 156, why is y'all suckin' on 150 dick?

Come to my block we got 51 sticks and like 150 shells, fuck the 280 Crips

All that cap in your rap, man that shit is for flicks

And you sayin' them names get you put in a spliff

Backdoor baby, I'm slime in this shit

Nigga play wit' my rank and I'm takin' that trip

[Verse 7: Steve Hound]

Baow

I'm 'bout to step on the court

Walk 'em down wit' the G, no remorse

He ran and got hit, nigga that was his fault

Like, no I'm not with the back and the forth

Don't got the hot ride, fuck it we walk

Once I get in that mode no I don't wanna talk

Hawkin' him down wit' the G like a hawk

Free all the bros that was riskin' it all

Green Bay Packers, we really hawk shit

I get active, that's why I talk shit

Deady off Deady, I'm really off it

We tryna ball, they tryna forfeit

Step on the court, pass me my ball kicks

Opp thot, she let me beat on some whore shit

Ain't no tellin' me chill, I'm on bullshit

150K, them niggas must've lost it