[Intro]

We lost a friend we gon do it a- (Damn J, I'm jackin' this beat)

Baow, baow

3,3 (That's what's up Royce)

Do The Hits

[Chorus]

We lost a friend, we gon’ do it again, late nights, me and Benz tryna suit up again

How y’all all gon’ win if y’all lose in the end? Niggas not gon’ stop til' the whole block red

Shit gettin' real, so don't bring up the dead, ’cause you can’t take back all the shit that you said

We don’t do no talking, just hop off the pegs, tryna do it for Zay, so we aim for the head

[Verse]

Enough is enough, we don’t beef for the net, if you testing your luck, we can put up a bet

It's 30 or better, we bang for the set, not your regular-, G2 in the Tech

Remember as kids playin’ ball on the reg', now we outside troopin’, we lookin’ for wreck

And it’s free all the guys, we don't play disrespect, free AJ the Runny, [?]

Tell ’em, tell ’em speak on the facts, every time we on defense, pushin’ 'em back, and when we on offense, quick to attack, every time we done threw, we done went for the tag

We could've caught Ju' but we was in a cab, and now it’s free Ju' so we can catch the pack

I know I’m the rapper so I cannot lack, anybody push up, then you know that it’s that, baow baow

This shit not a game, we do the hits, flicks, no frame

Thunder crashed, no GTA, Blaze too, man, this shit is a shame

When MK wanna diss, like, JB get hit with the back of the grip When I see him in person, no pleading the 5th, I start spamming R2, take him off of the strip, word to my dead

[?], if you got no scenes, nigga, pass off the chop

Don't really care if you with it or not, better go to the crib, nigga, pass the rock

I'm with the Hat tryna spot out a Scorch, I don't do no jab, just go for the shot

Josh, he got hit in his melon and dropped, nigga, Thunder done macked, [?], nigga, word to bro

Tryna be what you not and I don't get why, still got the G-Lock when I get fly

It’s the .4O, no I don't tote baby .9, you walk up, make him think everything fine

I just caught Niyah Wixk, told her set out the line, nigga thought with his dick, he a lil' too high

Packed him, now he dead, up in the sky, it's a trap to them, nigga keep loosin' they guys

How we beefin' with Pewees? We do 'em sleazy, nigga too soft to be running his mouth

The mish said she need me, she cannot keep me, she gotta eat me, then she get out

We do it for Zay3, niggas can't play me, ballin' like KD, better get down

Shoutout the Trey, we done cleared out the crowd, we on Scorch with a Scorch, we not playin' around

[Chorus]

We lost a friend, we gon’ do it again, late nights, me and Benz tryna suit up again

How y’all all gon’ win if y’all lose in the end? Niggas not gon’ stop til' the whole block red

Shit gettin' real, so don't bring up the dead, ’cause you can’t take back all the shit that you said

We don’t do no talking, just hop off the pegs, tryna do it for Zay, so we aim for the head