[Intro: SleazyWorld Go, Yungeen Ace, Juice WRLD]

I ain't sparin' shit on this bitch I ain't gon' lie

Aye GMK (Okay)

Everybody put they Glocks in the air for me

Put your shit up (Rotor on the track!)

You got a stick on your shit, you got a fifty on your shit, put your shit in the air for me

Ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy (Uh)

Grrt (Uh)

[Verse 1: SleazyWorld Go]

Last opp we caught was at the store, we had to scrape him (Skrrt)

Lil' bro hopped out trippin' with that switchy, he done faced him (Grrt)

Face shot, face shot, frrt frrt, they couldn't save him

We the ones gettin' busy up in the city, that's on my baby (That's on my son)

They block like a drive-thru, ask the opps how much we slide through

Ain't beefin', but you they family, you get caught, then you gon' die too (Dumbass)

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, stop the whip

Let me out, this chopstick gon' leave him open like a zip (Zzz)

Zip him up, tell buddy 'nem ass to come and pick him up (Come pick him up)

Niggas fakin', acting like they thug life 'til we hit 'em up (Hit 'em up)

Lot of niggas don't like me, for what? I ain't even did shit (I ain't even did nothin')

Make his bitch take dick to the head, I ain't even hit yet

How you mad she choosing me? I like what she do to me

She say she feel safer over here, this where the shooters be

She say ain't no pape' up over there, shit, she barely eatin' (She starvin')

Can barely feed hisself, she told me, "Help, this nigga barely feed me"

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]

How you mad she choosin' me?

You would die if you know what she was doin' to me (Ooh)

We been swappin' spit for a lil' while, this shit ain't new to me

Actin' like I'm chasin' her or somethin', she be pursuin' me

Can't hold you, she be tellin' me all the time she wish that you was me (She bold)

I ain't with that messy shit, I barely'll text a bitch (I'm cold)

I can't even brag about these thots, that shit be effortless (Damn)

Red and white Ferrari, I come through fresh as a peppermint

Ain't caught up in that other shit, they trippin', I'm Black excellence (Yeah)

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold the jet

Seven-fifty for a show, I gotta go, can't miss this check

Travel all around the globe, doin' what I want with no regrets

She feel safe with us, whenever she with gang, it make her wet, yeah

[Verse 3: NLE Choppa]

Might as well put the chalk down, it's a walk-down, he ain't gettin' away (He ain't gettin' away)

Turned into a hawk down 'cause he ran, but landed on his face (Landed on his face)

Let my choppa clean up on aisle Trey, this a dirty Drac' (Brr, brr, brr)

Bullets touch 'em up like Patty Cake, beat his chest like a ape (Come here)

All I heard was "Hold up, wait" and then I lined him like a tape

Next time that he wake up gon' be at his wake, that's on his grave (That's on his grave)

Slide to his funeral, hit thirteen in thirty, McGrad' (Brr, brr, brr)

I be fuckin' on Keisha 'cause she love to set niggas up

She be givin' me the drops and she don't leave a drop of nut

Told her, "Slut me out", she responded, "You know I'm a slut" (You know I'm a slut)

Then I walked out the house, hit your block and then we flipped the truck (Brr)

Remember I went out back in December, it was a cold-ass winter

But we had heat out the window, left that boy up in the ditch

I should've walked up and finished you, but the job already done

You live in fear like your niggas, them pussies (Brr)

Ridin' presidential in the 'Lac, the killers in the back (Brr)

I'm behind the passenger seat with no seatbelt, but I'm strapped (Yeah, I'm strapped)

Yeah, I play with crystals and shit, but I still would get you tapped

The lifestyle I live helped me in court, so keep callin' me Cap

Why you mad your bitch be choosin'?

'Cause we winnin' and you losin'

She say she go dry when y'all be fuckin', when I hit jacuzzi

Eeny meeny miny moe, too many toolies I be usin'

FN like a groupie, it fuck you the first night we into it (Brr)

Ayy, my pockets full like Baby 'nem, boy, your ass is not a threat (Not a threat)

Ask around, you know I'm here, might get you killed without a check (Without a check)

Killin' out the strength don't make no sense, I got power like Cent

Them niggas that you with got bent, how you spinnin' and you get spinned?

We flush 'em on some toilet shit, it's been a while since he been missin'

Someone tell the lead investigator to abort the mission

Bitch, I'm known to chop a nigga up

Momma, she from Kingston

Only way you find a nigga body, if you go and fish it (Go and swim)

And when it's real you gon' feel it, I'm vegan but I'm beefin' like a Philly

Killings on killings, I got millis on millis stackin' and pilin' up to the ceilin'

This a wonderful feelin' to be in this position comin' out of Memphis (Comin' out of Memphis)

[Verse 4: Yungeen Ace & GMK]

If KTA fuck with Y&R, then they're all rats

If Winnie the Pooh get on the stand, and nigga I'm gon' call that

6Block, tell 'em how we get up close, we face shit

Y'all can ask La Cracka, he the one who got his face hit

A nigga ran down did Osama like Obama 'nem

Keep 'bout 2-3 Glocks inside the car, even with my momma 'nem (Aye, aye)

Its 32 shots inside this car, 'cause I got one Shotz inside my wood

And a nigga named Tay Shotzz posted in the back, with 30 clip all black hood

Run from a opp, niggas wish we would

Wanna be gang, they wish they could

All these opp niggas wanna be famous, take em out the rap game, put 'em in a wood

Lets talk some real facts, the only nigga gettin money was Lil' Mitch ass

Stood over him and now he dead, with his bitch ass

Backstreet just fucked him a opp hoe, with her thick ass

Ace collectin bodies outta state, with his slick ass

I can't smoke 6 so I gotta smoke 8

Mix in the Netri, sprinkle the Dank

Nigga know I'm a shark, come jump in my tank

Still flip a nigga car like back in the day

What about Teki?

What about Nine?

What about Bim?

What about Spaazz?

What about Mookie?

Talkin' 'bout the nigga who hopped in the car and he crashed

Talkin' 'bout NHG, you talkin' bout a nigga gon' hop out, get on your ass

Talkin' 'bout ATK, gon' run down shit and face 'em with no mask

Talkin' 'bout anything what we bang, better [?] assed out, laid in the grass<!--?i-->

We put switches on the Glocks we shootin', they too fast

Why them opps look like they 'bout to eat? Knock off the breadwinner

Chopper make a nigga lean, just like he got red in him

I don't fuck with none of these rappers, all of 'em bitch and green

Don't put me in no mix of shit, I'm steppin' on shit you ain't never seen

I just bought a lot of choppers, 60 clips and red beams

I got blood on my Amiris

They gon drop your case at first appearance

None of these bitch ass niggas, can't take them serious, them niggas ain't scaring me

Niggas won't pick no side, boys gon' die, because they in between

Opp hoe sister choosin' me

We don't condone no foolery

She said she feel safer over here, this where the shooters be

She say ain't no paper over there, shit, she barely eat

Them niggas keep on dying inside the 6, them niggas barely breathing (Still alive)