[Verse 1: Bluepesos]

It's just Gang n em hopping out them trucks

It’s just a few sticks pack up in the trunk

Mr. Hoe slapper, put my foot up on her neck

Niggas dumbfounded, caught this thunder slam to his chest

Talking crazy on the beat, I guess we back to the usual

Sneak diss the gang wanna see what we gon' do to him?

[Verse 2: Duffy & Bluepesos]

We ain't talking bout’ him, I'on know about no funerals

Nigga think he finna get a pass, he delusional

Shots fired, it's confusing em, I'm smoking who he losing to

Cannon singing at him, it's a movie and a musical

Shutting niggas up, any loud nigga mutable

Fake niggas bummy, I'll hang him like the crucible

No sir officer, it's nothing in the car

I'm just on my way to rap, ain’t no guns, that’s bizarre

Tryna box with the chops, step to me I'm finna spark

Pistol whipped him in his head, left that nigga seeing stars

[Verse 3: Bluepesos]

I’on care who own the club, we brought sticks up in this bitch

We caught him slipping early morning, guarantee he missed his shift

The last nigga tried to beef, we had that nigga sheading tears

Why these old niggas hating? Sit down, drink a beer

Off The Mussle who they fear, they dont really want no problems

Gang left him laid out, you see that white chalk around him?

We gon' strip him for his dollars, rock him, sock him, side-pop him

Gang came with ten choppers, all steaks from Benihanas

[Verse 4: Duffy & Bluepesos]

Everything we drop hot, why is niggas tryna top it?

P got the chop with him, I'on think you wanna box it

I go broke then I'm backing niggas pockets

Put the barrel to a staring ass nigga eye socket

Ling Ling bopping, OTM the hot topic

Got it all out the mud, nigga you can never knock it

Space X at his whip, mini drake shooting rockets

Nigga think he Ali, I got a stick for Muhammad

Two piece double decker, NSYNC was catastrophic

Certified supervillains, it could get diabolic

Niggas creeping on his door, told him ’'Don't forget to lock it''

Pickpocket, door knocking, stashing blowers in the closet

We all punching on shit, we came in with knuckle dusters

Stop fronting, you ain't really finna do it, quit the bluffing

A dead body in the ocean, Duffy look what I discovered

It get cold in the summer, guess its finna be a disaster

Ain't no real niggas left, industry full of actors

Any real life questions niggas had got answered

Good drink, I'm pouring up red, Fred Sanford

Talking all that fiction this will be his last chapter

Metal sticks in the function, we came in with Tiger Woods

If some army bullets hit him, bet he get it understood

I'm finna strip that watch off him, not his chain but I should

And that pound of weed too, make him find another jug

Oppositions to a Cookie pack, you know we smoking good

Niggas balling in LA, Bronny James (?) wood

Put some bands on his head, all my shooters paid in full

We ain't shot at nothing together, nigga ain't no brotherhood