[Verse 1: Scatz]

Fully ARP, you probably thought you heard a train comin'

Fuck the judge and the DA, bro got a case comin'

Lil' bro'll walk up, shoot you in your head without sayin' nothin'

Nigga said he pullin' down my block, man, I pray he comin'

I don't know Josh, I grew up with a Drac' in the house

I don't drink Lulu, pour the drink in her mouth

Heard he payin' for a hit, I need my paper, then I'm out

Told him bring the backend in the back of his house

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]

Ten fiends lined up, it's crack in the house

Scatz finna do a BNE, heard there's racks in the house

He came out smilin', said it was a hundred racks in the couch

I just got word it's Act' in the house, go back in the house

He was standin' on the porch, the K made him go back in the house

I knew that nigga dead, they shot his ass in the back of the mouth

You ain't got no dog shit, what you rappin' about?

What the fuck is a lean crisis? I had Act' in the drought

Nigga, I had Wockhardt in the feds

Like a cancer patient, I done paid the high for some meds

He fuck around and died from a shot in the leg

Hundred-rounds in the car, everybody got shot in the head

[Verse 3: Scatz]

Put the button in his whip, hit him and his mans

Boy, I make the cutter twerk, I don't do no dance

Lil' bitch found out her worth, I done left her ass

Boy, I really stretch shit, fuck a yoga class

He was there for two weeks, he done left a print in the grass

Hit him with the belt, we done left a print on his back

I hit you, you and you, ain't no tit for tat

I'd jugg you for your juice and give bro that

Overhyped his ass, got popped, ain't even blow back

Smoke a nigga, got my nerves bad, I'm finna smoke a Black

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]

Yeah

What the fuck your stash? One hundred racks? I did a show for that

He just kick my cup over, go to the store for that

In the city, in a BP truck, what you gon' throw at that?

I just bought some drink from a woman who be smokin' crack

Sixty-five foot boat with the packs in, it's dope at that

10 milli' got so much fuckin' kick, it need a shoulder strap

Got into a shootout in New Orleans with a K with a soldier rag

Just did a verse for seventy-five racks where Magnolia at

Just charged a stupid ass fifty-five for a Doja bag

They did his ass bad, we can bet he don't have open casket

Drinkin' Qua', get my pop dirtier than a clothes basket

[Verse 5: Scatz]

Catch a nigga slippin', we gon' toetag him

I'ma make these last hundred shots count 'cause my button plastic

Dumb nigga think he robbin' me, I'm gon' let him have it

Like take my heat out my coat, then let him have it

I'm off three different Percs, I'm so fuckin' blasted

On the other side of the map, that shit still happen

My young nigga head so fucked up, he'll smoke your daddy

Dump the cig out the whip, it's a ashtray

Hit his block with six different chops, he had a bad day

Yeah, he was haulin' ass, but I swear you can't outrun a Drac'

You ain't gettin' passes, I ain't no teacher in the hallway

If it's real smoke, pull down on you, nigga, broad day

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]

I rap— alright

I rap, but my phone ring like I sell herion

He pulled up with a fuckin' pint of green, get the hell on

Hit him in the shit up close, he almost fell on me

I got two full cologne bottles on, I don't smell funny

I do a verse for five racks, that's like a sales to me

The money counter count to fuckin' slow, we gotta scale the money

This nigga phone beep, he ain't got no dog shit, I think he sale weed

If we compared to streamers, I'm with Kai Cenat, you got Tylil money

Brody robbed a nigga, bought a Scat Pack with real money

I'm finna shoot this bitch in her fuckin' head, somethin' feel funny

I think she tryna set the play

And by the way, this is not the same knot from yesterday

I been up scram scrappin' three days, might get rest today

Shit, I might not 'cause a nigga just caught me with a pint of Wock'

I'm like, why not?

A hundred Tris pints at the crib, I feel like, why not?

I had a .308, that's how that nigga died from a thigh shot

The other nigga walkin' around on crutches

Bullshit-ass weed, you just bought a pound of nothin'

He shot my crib up, then he moved out of state, we had to find his cousin

[Verse 7: Scatz]

Hit his ass twenty times, we only dropped a hundred

Lil' cuz gon' do it off the love, he don't want no money

Like if he can't get to you, he'll pop your cousin

I'm here for a good time, so I ain't bring a rubber