Released on August 2, 2020

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[Intro: Damned Ma$ih]

We got Pooyan on the track


[Verse 1: Arto]

Yeah, still the best, I'm not what you made

So paranoid, keep a knife on my fucking bed

Nah, they don't know me but I used to call 'em fans

What you cannot do I can

Tell these niggas I'm the motherfucking man

Petey Pablo shirt off, on 'em, swingin' like a helicupter

Got this choppas on me like the shotties, I got hella commas

I need more than all these tens and hunnids wanna get them thousands

Motherfuckers on the shooty comin' up and down the mountains

Don't you look at all these nudies on my skin

Got a Dildo, got a M4, you come to me, you dead

All these motherfuckers come around they claiming that they friends

But if you think that you my nigga gotta take one to the head bitch

Come with Pooyan see them monkies on you

Big size guns make these niggas wish that they never exist

First we came up broke and ain't got any pot to piss in

Now we took all places taking next city be the risk

Respawn in the hills feeling wonderful

Worry 'bout no lockdown hanging on the store

Just gave a dealer 50 grams

Now I'm back to my penthouse cooking nuggets while my music playing on the stove


[Hook: Bluvercetti]

Keep a nine on me, I got nine mo'

Settled every beef, they want none mo'

Motherfuckers run to the Five-O

Make 'em motherfuckers to the Five-O

Keep a nine on me, I got nine mo'

Settled every beef, they want none mo'

Motherfuckers run to the Five-O

Make 'em motherfuckers to the Five-O


[Verse 2: YRZ Momed]

Too skilled in this bitch bitch bitch

Cut-Off in your crib, ویژ ویژ ویژ

I don't like her cuz she a bitch bitch bitch

These boys talkin' but they ain't shit shit shit

Got my own heist, opps get sliced

Your sis saw my dick and said nice

Mumblin' YRZ like 21

MMBRXX album, make 'em stun

One, two, three, hit 'em with the Kurdi

Drive-by with my extended 40

Arto comes with brand new Quik

Drippin' عفونت on these niggas with his dick

Vercetti drillin', معجون spillin'

Rest in peace to the ones I'm killin'

Hit your face you can't even feel it

'85 Toyota, so I fill it

Momed with the juice, certified by PRA

Doers on the scene, we like CIA

SSZ squad we are fucking demons

I don't like outsiders, for no reason

4 seasons of the year, that's Zabool Season

In the stu with homies we just beaming

Imagine being with us, bitch stop dreaming


[Interlude: SFPD emergency]

Important messages will follow after the tone

*Beep*


[Hook: Bluvercetti]

Keep a nine on me, I got nine mo'

Settled every beef, they want none mo'

Motherfuckers run to the Five-O

Make 'em motherfuckers to the Five-O

Keep a nine on me, I got nine mo'

Settled every beef, they want none mo'

Motherfuckers run to the Five-O

Make 'em motherfuckers to the Five-O