[Intro: KdotB]

(Beats By Star)

Bow, bow

Bow

Bow

Bow, bow

Only The Trey, die Y gang, like...

Bow, bow, bow

[Chorus: KdotB OT3]

As a kid I was totin’

He tried to walk off, where he goin’?

M-Mish in the spot I ain't tryna parlay, I get straight to the point baby girl is you throwin’?

Transgression with Drenches, feinin’ to shoot I was itchin’

Q-QJ act for the net, ‘cause when he got shot he was on the floor bitchin'

[Verse 1: KdotB OT3]

Su-Suby he had to get stitches, 5 got a Glock with extensions

My bitch a gangsta she already with it, she threw me the oot but I usually pivot

Troopin through blocks in the morning, get back to the Ave when the [?] start yawning

Chris bitch always be horny, she really the doggy he already know it

Like double tappin the trigger, can't line me like one of them niggas

Did bad on that scene had to work on my craft, next strip I shot it quicker

Daphine dissin' on bro she was with us, I should tell the Drench to go get her

Bro actin bad, he got no liquor

No I ain't going I ain't popped a jigga

[Verse 2: Mdot 59]

Troops to the Hill, that's free wreck, 46K he got hit in his neck

Every shot that I took was a pray for my set, walk him down with the pole for the shit that he said

Bino hit, roll up the Quai, Ek back how the fuck he ain't die?

Eli a dick so we out to the 9, like DayDay a dick nigga thought he could fly

Fatboy hit, shake your shoulder and lean, QJ hit shoutout the 3

He looked back, saw the flash of the beam, side step with the pole QJ knee

Bino packed go put him on a t-shirt, smokin' Vlana like who wanna meet her?

Stand over top with the beam like the reaper, can't catch us a Rundown? We out to the Kreepers

4O bark, creep on a Kreep we gon' troop through the dark

And the Ewee on court flick him down on the park

Start wavin' the G fell in love with the spark

Flickin my wrist fell in love with the art, can't come to the telly you not givin' [?]

Stay on that side wasn't there from the start, I feel bad for the Jet he took 1 to the heart

[Verse 3: Woddy]

Bow, bow

That nigga dead, how can I lack always 1 in the head

Getting flicky, I'm going kuu off the ped

Getting busy, SySy gon' throw off the meds

Pop never get back, he always sit back, I don't know how he be smokin' my deads

I'm tryna blitz that, heard the Jet missed that, I'm with the 'Ripk and he only see red

Thotty, tryna hang out off the edge

Flick it, we gon' fill 'em up with lead

Daph' was a thot, Jodot was cool with everytime I had that bitch in my bed

We get on hots, we get to troopin' through blocks, we tryna make it a mess

Nigga lacked by the store and caught one to the chest, [?]

[Chorus: KdotB OT3]

As a kid I was totin’

He tried to walk off, where he goin’?

M-Mish in the spot I ain't tryna parlay, I get straight to the point baby girl is you throwin’?

Transgression with Drenches, feinin’ to shoot I was itchin’

Q-QJ act for the net, ‘cause when he got shot he was on the floor bitchin'