[Intro]

(Mixed By Daveo)

Grah

TTGz do—

Grah, grah (TTGz do—)

Better get out the—

Skii

(G—g—get to the money)

TTGz do—

Grah, grah

Eli, (Like, he wanna think, nigga), Neaky, Weldon

[Verse 1: Jay5ive]

Bro better move, 'cause I've been tryna flick

Tryin' to get to that block, but the D's on my dick

Eli, Neaky, Weldon, vic'

Like, how many diss on my deads and got hit?

Like—like, better move from your bitch

Cause I'm with 8's, tryna do 'em like 'Rip

Neaky got shot, why the fuck would you snitch

Gilly got tagged, tryna act like we missed

Like, what? We out to the Nick

Ron Sleez shot, how the fuck could you diss?

Thunder Bklu need to get off our dick

Fuck Nazzy daughter, catch her, kick the kid

[Verse 2: Assasin]

Like, Dougie got shot in his shit

Fuck is a deuce? I'ma slide with a stick

45th, when I bend through the Mitch

Me and Roy, two deep, tryna get out they strip

Ain't no tellin' what I do out of anger

Fuck Dougie, that nigga a dancer

Dead opps, man, they all in my Fanta

Paranoid, I might boom at a stranger

Back out, hop off, brodie erase 'em (Like, what?)

Got a beam, why the fuck am I chasin'?

Mention Rah, then you know it get dangerous

Get back gang, man, they know that we sanctioned

[Verse 3: Sdot Go & Nesty Floxks]

I'm tryna play ball, we goin' for the chip

If I'm comin' down Courts, then brodie send a pic

Flock 'em, I will not let 'em run Rick

Word to bro, I get 'fessed everytime that I miss

Flick out the V, while Nazzy drive the whip

Like, he better move from his bitch

Nobody outside, I was sick

Thunder Bklu couldn't sleep, he was layin' in piss

He tryna up his K, don't let 'em flick

Like, hit 'em, don't let 'em do shit

Bad bitch with me tryna shake her hips

Ldot tried to run and got put in a spliff

Like-like, I don't need a whip

Like, I bet I still go and spin

Spin thru the Rey, tryna catch me a 'Rip

Word to bro, when you see me, you better throw quick

Fishbowl, he should've had tints

That's the reason his V gettin' flipped (Like, ahh)

That's the reason his V gettin' flipped (Every opp shot)

[Verse 4: Nesty Floxks]

Ldot got hit off a scooter

Like, I'm with the ladies, I gotta maneuver

Like, I'm with the Sweepers, and my 'ooters

Like, run up on us, we gon' 'oot 'em

Fuck Ray Deady, I'm smokin' on Blay

And fuck lil Naz, got hit in his face

Ayo 5ive, we out to the Rey

When shh got hit, we went on a chase

Like, I'm on the Wells, come shoot over Gates

You gon' die, we gon' do him like Tank

Kal G died, can't go out like Frank

Little Jesse got hit with his friend

I was on that block with my Trend

I seen the opps and I threw like 10

Like, smokin' on Sha while bendin' the 'View

Sha Glizz got hit with like two

Roy Gz upped his fingers and it flew

And I seen a O, and I threw

Like, Rippy we smokin' on you

Like, fuck Ldot, they ain't get back for you

Like, Rippy we smokin' on you

Like, fuck Ldot, they ain't get back for you

[Verse 5: JBG Maury]

I'm on hots

Why they mention my block?

Fuck it, now we gon' smoke on his pops

DudeyLo, I catch you, that shit will get wock

Word to my mother you shot

Backdoor season, better have your knocks

When you run into me, I don't box

Wipe his nose, put the beam on his top

No recognition, that boy in a box

Close casket, hollows tore that nigga up

Like, he tried to run, Ricky run

Sat him down, got a kick in this gun

Opp thot all on my dick, she a gunt

Try to line me, bitch it's up

Team throw first, wanna have us some fun

Steph Curry, I up from my hip, bitch I'm clutch

It was nowhere to run, that boy ran out of luck

We in the field, straight offense, we do the drills

How many shot tryna do on the 'Hill?

My demon get active, I don't need a pill

These opps got me grinchin', I'mma shoot to kill

Feel

I'mma slide with the Sweeps, go crazy

We catch him lackin', we click on his head

We do walk ups, hop out, off 'em

Five-O lose 'cause we don't like talkin'

Jay Hound hawk 'em, green beam, off 'em

He tried to reach for his waist but it cost him

We made it hot on that block, it was pourin'

Ty Bello got shot in his head, he a goner

Fuck the D's, we get low on the jakes

Like, we smoke Ski, he laced

Like, we smoke Ski, he laced

Like, we smoke Ski, he laced

[Verse 6: Jay5ive]

Fuck the opps, better pick up the pace

Niggas get shot tryna jack DOA

Spin through the Courts lookin' for Sha EK

Catch him, that boy get shots to his face

Like, no, I do not wanna play

Lamar neck on the bench, that shit fucked up they day

Like, Ldot, are you okay?

He lookin' for all of his guys to be safe

Leg shot, gon' do him like Dre

Back out gang, tryna do him like Trey

Don't you try to run, you'll get hit either way

Like bro, you better put him in place

E with the Dot put the dot to his brain

Notti, nigga got left on the train

Bobby, how did he end up a strain?

Tidda, he tried to wink but he can't