[Intro: C Blu & Set Da Trend]

(No more heroes, y'all ain't ready for the new shit)

Look

Ahh, ahh

Grrah

(Tick Tock Lawyered)

C Blu

[Verse 1: C Blu]

Yeah, I'm tired of these rap niggas dissin' (Facts)

When they see me, I hope they perform

Like, why they keep sayin' my name?

Like, I don't let it rip for the gang (Grrah)

I be flockin' for Nazzy, and scorin' for JayRip (Grrah)

Any nigga who play, get his face lit

They like, "Setty Blu buggin'", they tellin' us, "Chill"

Two deep, two knocks, yeah, it's time to go drill

[Verse 2: Set Da Trend]

Bitch, tell me which one of y'all niggas perform? (Which one of y'all?)

I don't talk 'bout my hits, that's on JB, I ball

There go a opp, I'm finna pack 'em

EOS, еvery O shot

I heard EK a bum, and Blockwork can't go to his block (At all)

I know a opp that got hit in his neck (Grrah)

How thе fuck is that nigga alive? (Like, how?)

.24 like I'm Kobe, and Mali, he Shaq

Everybody-K, they don't get into that

Talk on Setty Blu, better state the facts

Stomach shot, rippin' through his back

If he run, don't trip like Dubz

Get hurt wit' the knockers, whoever thinking' I'm smokin' what?

I'd be damned if I go out like Rah

Move Look, he shoulda died

No, there's too many opps in the sky

Why they dissin' us? I don't know why

Bring the pole to the function, everywhere I'm gripped

Try to run up on me, you gon' die

[Verse 3: C Blu]

I heard AJ ain't make it, that boy couldn't drive (Drive-by)

Thought he was Walker, flipped over and die

All my opps got no luck in the V

Mexi, he lacked, he got packed in the V (Grrah)

Rah Rah, he lacked, left his brains on the seat

So many opps, I could name, they deceased (They dead)

Ain't no lackin', my knockers wit' me

Try to fight, i'ma back it and squeeze (Grrah, grrah)

.30 stick in my pants, got me feeling like Steph

Catch an O, I'ma— (Grrah-grrah)

I won't say it 'cause you know the rest

Postin' ya' knocks, but you stay in the crib

Come outside and let's put it to test

[Verse 4: Set Da Trend]

Know a opp that got left

I ain't mention him yet, all I'ma say is, "Y'all needa get back for y'all deads"

Try to backddoor me, you ain't backdoored shit

Spin through the 4's, tryna do 'em like Tico

She lacked in the clip hole, three holes

We gon' spin through the 'Well, trio

We give it to him like a free throw

Gotta look both ways when you run into me

If I don't got the knocks, she get hit wit' the V

Niggas gettin' on tracks, just rappin', who they wanna be?