[Intro: Trapgod Glizzoe]

(AXL)

Grr

Gang, gang

550

[Chorus: Trapgod Glizzoe & PNV Mell]

Glizzoe keep a pole

If I catch me a opp, then I fold him like clothes (Boom)

Big Mell, I'm a Loc

TTV saw me, they seen me, they froze (Brr)

Got a Glock, I'ma flock with it

And I'm droppin' the L like I'm droppin' a hockey stick (Die L)

Six shots, now his body hit

They watchin' my style, so you know they tryna copy it (Boom)

And I'm still in the field

Them boys talk tough 'til we spin O 'Hill (Skrrt, skrrt)

Never ran, never will

Run up, get done, and get popped like a pill

And I geek like a nerd

Hit up the guys, like, "Bro, what's the word?"

I'm fly like a bird

If they really want beef, niggas spin two thirds

[Verse 1: Trapgod Glizzoe]

But you know they ain't spinnin' our strip (They not)

He talk tough, he get hit in his lip

Put that boy on a digital clip

Now they watchin' the screen like I'm sendin' a pic (What?)

But we ain't talkin' basketball

I did it to myself, so I can't be mad at y'all

Stacked up, then add it all

And I drill every day like I'm sippin' on alcohol

Me and Mell gon' spin through the L

If them boys talk tuff, then we send 'em a shell (Boom, boom)

Cop up, make sell after sells

74, kick doors, we ain't ringin' a bell

And I'm not with the foolery

The opps see me, they start tuckin' they jewelry (Yeah)

Gun black like Kooda B

And I ain't gotta shoot, Boo-Boo gon' shoot for me

Hop out, get low from the jakes (Low from the jakes)

Get caught then I'm beatin' the case

In the field, gotta watch for the snakes

Stop out, rib shots, we was throwin' up rakes

Y2G be the gang, yeah, you know

Gotta play the cards right like Uno

No, this not the weed that you smoke (Nope)

Dope got me on Mars like Bruno

It's so hard in this life that I'm livin'

You focused on beef, and I'm focused on chicken

22 told me I spot 'em, I clip 'em

If someone is watchin', I flock at the witness

This for all of my opps that be snitchin'

You could get fried like a Red Lobsters biscuit

Spice 'em and drill 'em, my guys really with it

The opp is a target, on God, I'ma hit it (Boom, boom, boom)

A lot of y'all don’t know me

I'ma put two-four in his back like he Kobe

Better it's clipped if you owe me

Better keep ya head up like you havin' a nosebleed

Ziggy stay with the heater, man (What?)

She suckin' the gang, so I call that a eater, man (What?)

They fly like Peter Pan (What?)

I deliver the message like I was a pizza man (What?)

[Chorus: Trapgod Glizzoe & PNV Mell]

Glizzoe keep a pole

If I catch me a opp, then I fold him like clothes

Big Mell, I'm a Loc

TTV saw me, they seen me, they froze

Got a Glock, I'ma flock with it

And I'm droppin' the L like I'm droppin' a hockey stick

Six shots, now his body hit

They watchin' my style, so you know they tryna copy it

And I'm still in the field

Them boys talk tough 'til we spin O 'Hill

Never ran, never will

Run up, get done, get popped like a pill

And I geek like a nerd

Hit up the guys, like, "Bro, what's the word?"

I'm fly like a bird

If they really want beef, niggas spin two thirds

[Verse 3: PNV Mell]

Real nigga, spin blocks 'til it's sleepy

Talkin' 'bout Dot, I'ma shoot 'til it's empty

A lot of niggas, be throwin' up MB

My niggas be throwin' 550

Y’all talkin' 'bout chops that y'all ain't got

Call Glizzy, he gon' flock out the chop

Nigga ran Ricky like they runnin' from cops

Back out this chop, I'ma let my shit flock (Gang)