[Verse 1: PFA Leek]

I gotta get back on that, fuck them niggas and they deads

They can go link up for safety, like, I said fuck it, I’m sendin’ all them niggas lead

I don’t care if they Hat, Folk, Crip, nothin, mention mine they got me fed

How they gon’ link up, dissin’ my homies

The reason they linkin’ ‘cause they homies dead

Why the fuck is they actin’?

Said I’m duckin’ the reck, I’m always in the ‘ject

Why the fuck them niggas keep on cappin’?

Throw shots to the stomach, chest, head, them niggas gotta get active

Like, word to bro lemmе find one of ‘em niggas grave I'ma pull up and piss on thеy casket

This shit could really get like, like, this shit could really get tragic

Nunnie keep dissin’ he don’t got parents, I heard his that moms is stuck in the box

Like, you got other shit to worry about, why the fuck you keep dissin’ my block?

Etho, you was really just a rapper, like, why you actin’ sum you not?

We smoke Lefty, Mack, like, we gon’ do him like Ju and send him to the top

Loopy he just got beat up on Snap, Jay Spazz, word, he got beat with it bad

I was on them sides walkin’ through the Floss, it was multiple scenes just tryna hit a hat

Oh that’s Jay Rich, you know we get on his body, we don’t gotta run he too fat

98, they was runnin’ off the track, Lil Sy know my body I don’t gotta rap

Said it’s time to get niggas exposed, like, I know shit that some niggas don’t know

Like, better know that I’m not one of those, if you push up on me, man, I bet you I throw

If I throw on that beam niggas better get low, like, my case I’m ready to go

Like, he tried to run, too slow, put the shot to his chest now that nigga a float

[Verse 2: Baby Gee]

I said I’m gucci everywhere I go, like, like, what do you know?

I got a chrome heart and shed denim tears for all the times I was broke

For all the times I ain’t glow

For all the times we lost hope

For all the times bitches curve me, tryna spin the block give me throat

I had a dream that bro got hit, wasn’t concerned what happened to Virgil

Shots ring out on the block, I’m tryna check on who in my circle

Bro OT on the road shit readin

Leek on the block, .45, he creepin’

I see —, word to bro I’ll leave him, PTSD don’t come through speedin’

I threw a red one in the top ‘cause the get back never stop

Came off them steps and was ready to epp ‘cause playin’ it cool was never my bop

Who is these niggas talkin’ so hot?

All black on, walkin’ through their block

Waunny got beat and took it on a hop

Shh got shot took one of his locs

Boomer died, he got lined by a thot

All just do bads all them niggas popped

Bitch we the Floxks ‘cause we do this a lot

Have some respect all them niggas shot

Playin’ in the streets I know that it’s cold

I know a couple who stuck to the code

Most of they gangsters grew up and told

Came with a gun but never a soul

Ready to die and it’s humble with him

Fuck all the opps got a hunned of them

You chillin’ with fifteen or twenty of them

Yo, fifteen click throw twenty of them

On they block move militant

Hella rounds in this G, clip infinite

Throw shots get low like a prison pen

I ain’t gon’ speak on that incident

Jah Savv, why you copped it?

Boomer got hit with a rocket

Shh got hit with a glahh, died with a G he should’ve floxked it

[Verse 3: Vine Shotz]

Back and I’m better nigga, it’s time I expose y’all niggas

Know I’m the goat they done told y’all niggas

Keep sayin’ our name we don’t know y’all niggas

Shh got shot then got hit off the pegs, like, why you ain’t go with your bro lil nigga?

Threw on the beam you know that shit was red light, aim for his head send him home lil nigga

I ain’t gon’ say much, they cannot tame us, two 30s back to back they call me Tatum

Grrah, I’m with the guys we smokin’ Juju, made a mistake they erased him

Grrah, niggas know ‘bout mines and they know what we do, word to bro we seen — and we chased him

Like, 52 got up on him and grazed him

Free all the bros they got booked and ain’t say nun

Grrah, we gon’ get to the facts, like, do not push up on me and get whacked

In the 9, almost 17 hit his back, okay, I guess we just lookin’ for Rackz

48, throw a Jet, throw it back, we attack

In the Bay tryna make a Hound nigga collapse

Like, look, Kenzo you is a bitch, go take you a trip to the Kirk and get back

Like, look, Gunna, Lefty, Studda, White Savv, Bdot, Tdott, them niggas dead

CJ went up for a three, he couldn’t see, heard he got left from his head

.357 start spinnin’ like ballet, we tryna up and aim above the legs

Nunnie keep sayin’ my name know he mad gay, like, Jayo dead and I know he fed

I get too high put Gunna in the ashtray, I think I see that dummy in my head

Niggas had they time and they ain’t do shit with it, me and my niggas is takin’ that spot

Like, get in our way you gettin’ shot, we ain’t stoppin’ for nun not even the cops

Like, look, gotta get back to the block, check on Citizen app tryna see if they shot

[Verse 4: EBK Freddy]

Watch what you say, watch how you talk to me, I know some niggas that’s hoppin’ out v’s

Like, really though, we was troopin’ through their p’z, got a bad lil bitch get it done on her knees

Jackin’ some Gz but I’ll flick at a G, it be thirty and better, who fuckin’ with me?

Like, ask that nigga where he from, if he fuck with them sides he get turned into weed

Black masked up with my stick up on me, it’s a PFA party my blick up on me

Ju tried to run he died, he got sent to the sky, all that trollin’ got sent underneath

I got the drop where they be at, me and brodie pulled up with like three straps

Get it and take it, lil nigga, I mean that

Rello caught one to his chest and he leaned back

All my opps they be internet talkin’

I got five in this clip, I told Say “Let’s go hawk him”

They wasn’t jackin’ that shit when we saw ‘em

Next time, bet we leave that nigga coughin’

Gunna had his G and got put in a coffin

Chest shot, got that nigga feelin’ nauseous

Leg shot, how the fuck that nigga walkin’?

When I got it on me I gotta move cautious

Come over here you will not make it back

Couple opps linkin’ up with the rats

Slow the v down, brodie think it’s Rackz, send him to Dior, turn him to a pack

Why they frontin’? They know where we at

Heard a opp bitch fuckin’ and she got the —

And they mans died, why they wanna rap? Backin’ out on kids, all that shit is whack

And a couple of y’all niggas don’t do nothing, talkin’ crazy won’t walk off the block

Etho a kid, I'ma give him his props, he one of them lil niggas talkin’ what they not

[Verse 5: J4ThatOoter]

He 41 then he shot, I think them niggas know my bop

They want street cred’ so bad, so now they linkin’ with the opps

Throw the rake down, ain’t no chase down, leave you face down when he flock

Think he Ape now, he a plate now, it’s a takedown up the block

Like, .38 with a grrah

Let the shots play like Harambe, that’s another Ape in a box

Throw the rake up let it flock

There’s too much jakes on the block

I see Wooo niggas, I’ma shoot niggas, I got faceshot for the opps

Yea I’m duckin’, dippin’ from the cops

Wasstaxkin’, big GD

Send shots, straight figi’s

Jaydee hype think he beat him a rape, why he movin’ like he beat a petey?

Fuck Kay Macc, he be lackin’

Two deep in the v spin to Gaston

What they on? Why they chattin'?

Boomer died ‘cause he switched on the Aston

OMB they be rattin', they just make it sound good when they rappin'

See a Wooo get to clappin’, when son got shot we was laughin'

Kooda B done told

Mauley got beat with the chair

Dee Savv got slapped in the yams

C Dotty got beat with a tan

KR got put in a headlock

D30 got beat and he ran

Jenn got slapped and she jacked it

Jah Woo got stripped in the van

I know a opp who talk all tough but he hidin’ story on the ‘Gram

Dae Glizz got shot in his leg on a drill, like, ion know how he stand

PDubz got slapped he a fan

Envy got cut, goddamn

These is the niggas you thinkin’ is tough, like, how? I just don’t understand

PDubz got slapped he a fan

Envy got cut, goddamn

These is the niggas you thinkin’ is tough, like, how? I just don’t understand

[Verse 6: Rivtwer AJ]

All of my niggas is cocky

Btches wanna give the up ‘nani

When it come to the spinnin’ and drillin’, providin’, we make sure we doin’ it wisely

On the scene with a brownskin thottie

Love to spin with niggas and tote on her body

I up the knocks send shots like a hottie

Gotta double back, gettin’ paid for the homi’

Ah, like, pushin’ up it’s a clap to the backboard

I know the reason all these niggas mad for

I’m the youngest to do it with their mask off

Slime me a older bitch, bust on her asshole

Baby I be trappin’ I cannot brag off

Manifest that money so you can stack all

If you me to take off the rubber and clap you

We can spin ‘round then ‘round ‘til the pack’s sold

Boomer got packed up

Rello got tagged up

Prince got smacked up

And Gunna was sturdy ‘til he seen a nigga hop out of a black truck

Bro on my right but shit could go left

Introduce a new chapter

Ball like the Raptors, I am a menace

If they ever spinnin’ through AJ block we be back within minutes

Now I got a problem, I was gonna stick to the rap

Play my role and provide for my brothers and me

I gotta do what I do in a whole ‘nother fashion ‘cause I’m a different type of breed

Went right step with the G on me

Double back outside with my ski on me

He outta place, we let him bleed

Yellin’ “780”, we causin’ a scene

[Verse 7: Doso G]

Let ‘em push up, niggas know I’ma toss

Wait, niggas know who not to cross

Let ‘em try to play me, he get hit with that torch

Son smokin’ Breezo, left him in the store

Just know the heat go everywhere I walk

Like, nigga cannot really talk

And the shit they be talkin’ about it be caught

Free all my demons, hope they win in court

Like, in a Beamer throw that shit in sport

They wanna be us, your bitch let us beat up already

Run to the spot, gotta clean up the fetty

All that talkin’ then he caught a deady

Chest shot, he couldn’t breathe it was heavy

He ain’t never do shit for his bestie

How the fuck did you get shot by a telly?

Bro spot a opp, do a opp like he Lefty

Bend through the Floss with the 42 hefty

Still fuck 12, nigga, they gotta catch me

Can’t duck shells, nigga, shit a get messy

Been in that field, gun kickin’ like Messi, grrah

I dare a opp try to test me

Jumped out the foreign, this bitch wanna neck me

I keep the .40 shit blacker than Jeffery

We don’t play with them niggas, they know who been givin’ them hell

Look, hollows went through him he frail

I can’t talk ‘bout the last nigga, caught him a shell

Like, them niggas never pop out when it’s time to play ball, niggas tuckin’ they tail

Look, can’t forget Gunna, mix him with Shamel

That .40 barkin’, hit him and he fell

[Verse 8: EBK Leek]

Drillin’ on feet what the fuck is a Troop?

Like, I heard them niggas wanna hoop

Two man on a drill we floccin’ out the coupe

Smokin’ on Boomer see him through the roof

Merch on the set, bitch, they know what we do

Everybody on my side droppin’ the Wooo

Merch on the set, bitch, they know what we do

Everybody on my side droppin’ the Wooo

Bro pray to Allah, doin’ drills while they fastin’

We spot a AMG we gotta crash it

Smokin’ on Studda, Studda, that’s a basket

White Savv, face shot, he turned to ashes

Big EBK I ain’t givin’ no passes

Never too hot to go spin Mother Gaston

Big EBK I ain’t givin’ no—

Never too hot to go spin Mother Gaston

I’m never gon’ lack, I’m too tact with a dilly

Like, tell ‘em free Billy

We known to still make it hot, free Willy

I keep a Glock with a dick, no Diddy

No BMG, they get sent to the upper

Baby 23, I don’t fuck with a Structure

Like, we smokin’ Rilla out the pack

How you die in the studio? Nigga don’t rap

They ain’t got no scenes tell them niggas get back

If you come to my side we goin’ tit for tat

I’m with a couple GD’s and the Makks

Free all the guys them niggas put up stats

Said they boomin’ for Boomer, niggas not that

We still ride through the lo’, I’m smokin’ Jah Black

They know what we do, we make the P’z hot

Mixin’ the T with the Bdot