[Chorus: S.Dot]

Don't try to hit our block, we got shooters in a dip

And we ain't tryna talk, bitch, we tryna do a hit

Got your bitch all on my dick, got this Rollie on my wrist

30 on my hip, every shorty on the shit

Hell yeah, we with the shits

Yeah, bitch, we with the shits

Please don't try us 'cause all us with the shits

With the shits, with the shits, yeah, we with the shits

So you better not run up on us 'cause all us with the shits

[Verse 1: S.Dot]

Slidin' through my hood better not be throwin' up shit

On that opp shit, we gon' get your car flipped

Ridin in that foreign, I be on some boss shit

Them boys talkin' 'bout they want war, man, stop the nonsense

Actin' like you hard get put in a coffin

Pull up then we sparkin', ain't with the talkin

22, 1 in the top, yeah, we call that Jordan

Bitch, don't ask me what it cost, 'cause you can't afford this

I got choppers, I got Glocks, I get them shits imported

Catch a body, I got lawyers so it ain't important

And I gotta smoke some weed 'cause I got a short temp

And your bitch she suck my dick and she let me record it

485, that's my company, we got endorsements

Get you smoked quick on that CEO shit

Remember in the trap sleepin' with them roaches

Remember 'cause this rap, bitch, we pushing Porches

[Chorus: S.Dot]

Don't try to hit our block, we got shooters in a dip

And we ain't tryna talk, bitch, we trynna do a hit

Got your bitch all on my dick, got this rolly on my wrist

30 on my hip, every shorty on the shit

Hell yeah, we with the shits

Yeah, bitch, we with the shits

Please don't try us 'cause all us with the shits

With the shits, with the shits, yeah, we with the shits

So you better not run up on us 'cause all us with the shits

[Verse 2: Tay600]

Slidin' through my hood better not be throwin' up the bricks

Bossman be hittin' capes, he always lurkin' for a lick

45 on my hip, I ain't got time to bump lips

23 up in that Smith', I got lil Dee up in a dip

Say, "Fuck L'A", you get killed in the same day

Lil Marc and Shondale they got killed in the same way

All black that's my gear when I play in that gangway

Step out in all white like a nigga that slang yay

Leaning off a six, and I just smoked like four zips

Why she all on my dick if that's supposed to be your bitch?

Me and Dot be off the shits 'cause we both got a short temp

Slide on opps with 50 clips and you playing with short clips

Call the Front, here they come, yeah, we got reinforcements

We got more shit, leave you stank like horse shit

Remember on the block in the cut with them torches

And now my shortys scorching, they jumping off porches

[Chorus: S.Dot]

Don't try to hit our block, we got shooters in a dip

And we ain't tryna talk, bitch, we tryna do a hit

Got your bitch all on my dick, got this Rollie on my wrist

30 on my hip, every shorty on the shit

Hell yeah, we with the shits

Yeah, bitch, we with the shits

Please don't try us 'cause all us with the shits

With the shits, with the shits, yeah, we with the shits

So you better not run up on us 'cause all us with the shits