[Intro]

Great John on the beat by the way

[Verse 1: Sheff G]

Look 

Oh,  I heard you with the drillin'

Twistin' up them figures, word to who? Huh (Who?)

Different cities up in different cities

What  it really care to hit the news, huh

Gang  keep the Glocks all up in the landin'

Show some respect or bop, mission, huh

Shooters  all up in the sprinters

We got them shooters all up in the sprinters

Tryna coolax I'm just tryna relax but he stare at me funny, it's blrrt bah

Still on probation and I got some homies who not comin' home that ain't scared to go back

Still  with that (Shooter gang)

Still with that drop him and never look back

Squeeze on that trigger when I hear him screamin' while runnin' I know that he soon to collapse

Don't want no forgiveness

'Cause I'm with some demons who skin you while out tryna eat you, no homo, I'm beastin', huh

Clappin' or scammin' I'm choppin' your cheese like a sandwich They cryin' we laughin', huh

Doin' my dance I hit him, I'm doin' my dance

I run like the wind, huh

Bitches get shot with they man, yeah you and your friends

I'm sorry, you with them or gang?

[Verse 2: Sleepy Hallow]

Oh, these niggas drillin' now? (Drillin' now)

Huh, I know they can't stand me I sit 'em down

You could die with your blicky out (Blicky out)

Send a message tell your momma her son a clown

I got hit I ain't sit around, we could talk about it

Punch a opp if I walk without it

Keep a whole bunch of hitters 'round

White chalk about it, we gon' do it don't talk about it

They like "Sleepy gotta chill", uh

Bitch I gotta move ain't no stayin' still

Sleepy, what's the deal?

Look, you ain't gotta ask you know Sleepy will

Go in for the kill, what

Mean muggin', hoodied up, I got the steel, cuzzo got the pack

Look, homie got the crills

I was trappin' fell in love with doin' drills, uh

Calm, cool chill 'til you see us buggin, get to know the real

Whole lot of caps gettin' peeled

Federalés tried to make a nigga squeal but I'ma make bail

Hit the block and then we back up in the field (Gang)

You the type to tell a whole tale (Shooter gang)

You the type to give 'em more shells

[Verse 3: Eli Fross]

Gorillas movin' know we givin' hell (Boom)

Sinnin' up no we can't tell (Falayoo, Falayoo)

Free the felons sittin' in the cells

From the struggle ain't believe in wells

Sendin' headshots we ain't doin' legs

Lookin' close makin' sure he dead (Boom, boom, boom)

Got metal bullets I don't play with lead, (Glttt)

Fross back, movin' real tac', bitch

Love skinny hoes, no fat bitch (No fat)

Whippin' on the stove, the trap flip (Get trap)

TD on goes, you active (It's active)

Internet beef get you clapped quick (Get clapped)

Love groupie hoes, they nasty (They nasty)

'Tron to the dome, get ratchet (Get rachet)

Get up in your zoe, get active

If you think it's hot today, (Boom)

Wait 'til you meet the heater (That heater)

That shit turn to jeepers creepers (That creeper)

At night Ima different demon (That de—)

My duffel is tucked away (It's tucked)

.40 aim in so we could G him

Dead niggas we used to see 'em

Lil Babies just suck the semen, (Falayoo)