[Intro]

If y'all wanna shoot a-, movie viral, shoutout Kaydotti, Kaydotti, my son is everywhere

Yo YP, what the fuck?

(Like, everybody shot)

Yo call Jay, call Jay

(Like, everything dead, like)

(Suck my—) Grrah

Like (Glah glah, boom bitch)

Everybody shot

[Verse 1: Tata]

He tried to run and he tripped he a dummy, ya' homie got shot and took it on a bunny (Like)

Niggas be internet demons, I catch, I'ma cut em' and pull out his stomach (Grrah grrah, boom)

Ain't no leg shots, I hit medullas

Teach em' a lesson, I back out the ruler (Grrt, bow)

Got a lightskin bitch, she a cougar (Grrah grrah)

Ain't no lackin', I stay wit' my ruler, bitch (Grrah grrah, boom)

Don't run, don't trip, everything deady nigga, suck a dick (Bitch)

Niggas be talkin' on me, Ion' care, cause my niggas alive but ya' man's in a spliff (Damn)

Brodie be buggin', he run, he get clipped (Grrah)

Thought it was sweet, I put signs in the flicks (Grrah grrah, boom)

Thinkin' he tough, on bro he a bitch (Damn)

Movin' funny, I aim at ya' lip (Damn)

He tried to run, caught a shot to the head

Ayo Wayne, I'm smokin' ya deads

When I hopped out the V, they all fled

They know my bop, Mr. Everything Dead (Everybody shot)

Like, I'm really slime for real (Everything dead)

Yeah, you could die for real, bitch

On bro, niggas never do nun', play wit' my niggas we sliding for real (Grrah grrah, boom)

They call me Bardi, I'm in Carti, wit' the legs gettin' dead of Bacardi (Damn)

And I'm with Carter nigga, it's a party, took ya' bitch and I'm not sayin' sorry

She tell me she love me, I said, "are you serious?"

Like Jenn said, "You get shot if you curious" (Bitch)

Oh you 41K? Like how? Niggas be pussy like, don't make me furious (Grrah grrah, boom)

[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]

I'm fast, feeling ridiculous

How you 41K? Like woah

You not a 'ooter, bitch you did not drill with us

Don-don't run bitch, dump that pole (Grrah grrah grrah)

What? Big za, roll, don't float (Like what? like what?)

Like-like what? Put the dick in her throat (Grrah grrah grrah)

She a-she a baddie, she clutchin' the chrome (Grrah)

He-he try to run, put a shot to the dome (Gang gang gang)

She a thot, gun in her butt (Glah)

Dead off the Migos she fiendin' to rump

Dotti got smoked, he got put in a blunt

And free all my brothers, ain't see them for months (Grrah grrah grrah)

I'm a G bitch, I swear that I'm clutch (Grrah)

What? Who that? New opp in the blunt (Grrah grrah, boom)

Spot em', we got em, we turn em' to runtz

What? Run down, he get turned into dust

Like-like what? Clap that shit

I'm on that block, don't run don't trip, like what?

Shots way too clutch, can't miss

I got a knock, put the beam on his bitch, what?

Ass fat, shit got a bounce

I'm wearing shit that I cannot pronounce

Like, she a thot, she be breakin' it down

Run down, put the beam on his crown

[Verse 3: Dee Billz]

Don-don't run, don't trip, like, got the knock on my hip

If he run up then I'm flockin' this shit, like, pop it, lock it, drop in this bitch (Grrah grrah, boom)

I'm from Chester, know guap is essential (Like what?)

And my ooter, I send em' to send you (Grrah grrah grrah)

He run up, get erased wit' this pencil (Damn)

And it's still free the guys out the pen too (Gang gang gang)

How you see me and I ain't see you? (Like what? like what?)

Way nigga asked, boy you shoulda threw (Nigga you butt)

That was me, I woulda' sent a few

Like, Ball like Hamidou (Gang gang)

Bro might up it, he clearin' the party (On bro)

And she mean but you know she a barbie (Gang gang)

I might hit it then dip, girl I'm sorry (Like what? like what?)

I might park her, not talkin' Jabari (Like what? like damn)

Knocker heavy, she feelin' the steel (Grrah grrah)

Bro a zombie, he dead off the pills (Grrah grrah, boom)

Toss the heat, I might give 'em the chills

She recordin', I tell her to chill (Grrah grrah, boom)

I'm like Brady, throwin' in the field (Damn)

He tried to run, caught a shot to the back (Damn, damn)

And his dad is up in this pack (Grrah grrah grrah)

Know my body, I could never lack (Grrah grrah, boom)

And her body-ody throw it back, like, shorty be the strap (Bitch)

Ootin' through the coat, shorty up it through the fuckin' mack

Nigga move on, spin through, bend through in a U-haul, like

Glocky-ocky too strong, like

Hit it wit' my shoes on, like

[Outro]

Grrah grrah grrah, like

Everything dead, bitch

41 shots to the head, bitch

Damn, 41 shots to the head

Like what, like graah

Graah, graah, graah-graah-graah

Like, everybody shot, everything dead

Damn, 41, 41-41