[Intro]

Gang, brrt

Blatt (Draco, Soulja)

Big homies (Cock it back, Louis)

Gang, Draco, the big dog (Don't play, nigga)

You pussy, nigga (Run that shit back, SN)

[Verse 1]

I got them racks, fuck nigga play and get whacked

Murder gang, nigga never heard about that

I got the shooters gon' hit from the front and the back (Blatt, blatt, blatt)

Good dope crack, give an auntie a heart attack

I'm grabbin' that choppa and makin' [?] know you're clapped, uh

Gang ain't about that, Stacks on Deck Money Gang

Shoot, nigga diss on my gang and I shoot out the whip

Nigga diss on my gang and I'm gettin' you hit

I done dropped out the top of the brand new whip

Come to my hood and you diss, boy, you gon' get flipped

AR-15, it came with the cooling kit (Big Draco)

Stand in the trap and I play it like Play Doh

Man, fuck nigga ran and got hit in the ankle

Switchin' the colors of my whip and it look like a rainbow

I'ma go LL Cool J and rock a [?]

Murder gang, I go where you can't go

Zonе one, Money Gang, bitch, I'm on Simpson Road

Young nigga used to trap at thе green stove

[Chorus]

Blatt (Blatt), blatt (Blatt), blatt (Blatt), blatt (Brr)

Reach for my chain, all he heard was "Blatt"

I done got them shooters, they hit from the front and the back

I got them shooters slidin' round in a Maybach (Yeah)

Murder Gang, I'm stampin' that

Het get hit with the choppa, what you lookin' at? (Draco, what? Huh, blrrt)

Blatt (Blatt), blatt (Blatt), blatt (Blatt), blatt (Brr)

Reach for my chain, all he heard was "Blatt"

I done got them shooters, they hit from the front and the back (Gang)

I got them shooters slidin' round in a Maybach (Maybach)

Murder Gang (Murder Gang), I'm stampin' that (Draco, what?)

Het get hit with the choppa, what you lookin' at? (What? Pussy nigga)

[Verse 2]

Free Yayo, he got locked down in the cell

Free Pablo, he down in the cell (Free Pablo)

Free lil' 100, he down in the cell

When my niggas touchdown, we givin' them hell

I'm Young Draco, I came up from pounds and bells

Trap out the Hellcat, I'm weighin' the money on scales (Brr)

These niggas be bitches, snitchin', talkin' to 12

My trigger finger itchin', I'm uppin' the shells

Sit in the trap, know I gotta act right

Eliante diamonds don't need no flashlight

I thought a made a hundred-billion back in my past life

It's Murder Gang, I ain't never gon' be on my last strike

Took the [?] then took to Atlanta

[?] never and mix it with Fanta

We done got that boy hit, he got hit with the hammer

And that chopper clip long with the brand new banana

If it's up then it's stuck, it's smoke, I fell in love with the [?]

I call my young niggas from Alabama (Alabama)

You can't touch that brick like I'm MC Hammer

I whip up that dope like I'm Aunt Jemima

I run up that sack [?] your money

We gon' shoot at the opp, they be cryin' like onion

[?] boy reachin' for chains, you know you a dummy

I'm a wrap that boy up, just like a mummy

Stand on the block with that crack and I'm servin' your auntie

When we pop out the cut with the choppas like [?]

When I stand on the stage, all these bitches be swarming

Nigga made the wrong move, I'm a shoot with no warning (Blatt)

B-L-A-double-T, double down, blatt

Make a wrong out of me, get that boy whacked

Just for go dissin' me, that boy got hit in the back

Like he be Ricky B, I just be posted on smoke where the trenches be

I got them killers, they posted in Tennessee (Gang, yeah, yeah)

I drop a Bugatti, my pockets on sloppy

The paparazzi, they comin' and filmin' me