[Verse 1: Rah Macc]

New opps, let's tweak

We still in the streets

Head shot, dip off the scene

Bend to the P's

Nowhere they can't be, tell 'em spin and just see

RG click off the lean

KG send three

New opps, let's tweak

We still in the streets

Head shot, dip off the scene

Bend to the P's

Nowhere they can't be, tell 'em spin and just see

RG click off the lean

KG send three

[Verse 2: Nunnie Da III]

Smokin' on Reefy, nigga got me high

We bеnd thru' the Kirk tryna let bullets fly

Gamе time, all we wanna do is slide

He mentionin' bro, I don't think that was wise

Like hol' on, we gon' put him in the sky

Shout out that boy who went out on the ride

Like KG keep clickin', tryna leave 'em fried

No Dizzy could say that they touched one of mine

I ain't playin', I told T Moo stop the V

I'm tryna get close, so I walked up on feet

Like, I let off two then KG let off three

Then he fell to the floor, I think that's a new spleeze

Time to get low, we duckin' from the D's

[?], they be on they knees

Reefy, Chicken, Mali, different names of weed

If I see G Baby then I'm gonna squeeze

Posted on Linden wit' a couple Tr3ys and I'm wit' some ooters who throw up the Roc

Mali ran and then his body dropped

It's gon' be a petey if I catch a Lots

Wal Blixk keep dissin', nigga need to stop

You could ask the Line, niggas know our bop

Mdot be itchin', tryna catch a Floxk

Once we spot a Dizzy, ain't no sayin' stop

[Verse 3: Kay Glizz]

Let it fly for my dead guys

Still screamin' out "Fuck all they dead guys"

Try to be grown and hit wit' a leg guys

Had to flick on the V when they sped by

Smokin' on brodie, you gon' make the headline

They put Boogie to sleep, it was bedtime

The homies up north, they ain't doin' no fed time

I heard they homie got left by that red sign

You could slide thru' the side if you wanna

Red dot, now we got a runner

Back shot, that was for talkin' on Gunna

I told Nunnie to flex, a new blunt out

I used to circle, from sundown to sun up

Had to chill, I got milli's to run up

Jackin' us K, better keep you a gun tucked

I might up it and flick on some dumb stuff

Grahh

The ooter is back, wit' hollows for any opp who sent that rap

Melly gone, don't know where he at

Yo Reefy, how in the hell did you Makk?

G Baby, please stop wit' all the cap

I catch you, them hollows gon' eat through that fat

M&M, B&B, so many packs

It's send three to Gee, why the fuck would I lack?