[Intro]

(Ayy, swear that's Ekayy)

Grrr

Su, suwoo

Gang, gang, gang, gang, you know who it is already

(Sting like Aybee)

Big rassclart T.Scam, fresh home

You know the fucking vibe

Free the hitters, shout the killers, man

Some AGB, FSG, NRB shit

(Ayo, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold)

Suwoo

[Chorus]

Active Gxng (Gang), anything goes (Goes)

Running it up, ain't got time for ho’s (Ho’s)

ZKs, hand tings, rusty poles

How you scream R.I.P. when you left your bro? (How?)

I was looking at fifteen years

Barrister done magic like Dynamo

I'll jump out, bait with my peers

Swing, ching and ruin your clothes

Active Gxng, anything goes

Running it up, ain't got time for ho’s

ZKs, hand tings, rusty poles

How you scream R.I.P. when you left your bro?

I was looking at fifteen years

Barrister done magic like Dynamo

I'll jump out, bait with my peers

Swing, ching and ruin your clothes

[Verse 1]

My east ting wan' do it like Burner and Steff (Sweet one)

But I'm in the T, and bro's being a chef (Ah)

Boxes get shot like Reckz

Pebs fly like Lebz, tryna send out a text

S, S and S, that's chests and necks

Don't care if your wham, try rip through pecks (Ching, ching)

If you're from the 5 then you know the vibe

Get caught on a glide, might end up dead (Bow)

I'ma lean out the ride on a gang ting with this hand ting

And let sweeties fly out the star (Skrr, skrr)

I'm with my bros in the stolen car

Someone show me where the opp boys are (Where they at?)

Corn move quick, so you better run far

Buck a opp in jail, that's a insta' alarm

Sit on the fence, keep thinking we're calm

'Til you see a firearm at the end of my arm (True)

I don't know for these brand new goons (Goons)

They jump on road then jump in zoots (Zoots)

Then their mumzy jumps on the news

And told the whole world it was a good yute (Dickhead)

Golden brown with the tightest cooch

She gon' suck my dick in this coupe (Sweet one)

She said she wan' yuck me all the way home

Now, one more Waze, choosing the long route (Badders)

If you see my Boyz N the Hood

Better run off quick, or you'll end up like Minty (Ricky)

Rams in and out now, my blade's all sticky

Clean it and dash, and dice up my grub like Vicky (True)

My hands in the air, I ain't doing a wave

Hand ting or the gauge, I ain't really picky

You gon' take shots if broski turn up

Now, you're on the floor, feelin' more than tipsy

You don't wanna buck Broadday Assassin

He'll put a bell, firm in your head like a durag

'Cah if you throw up a 5 or Q

Now, he's sitting in heaven thinking "Why did I do that?"

I heard my man wanted to rap

Now, he can spit bars with Biggie and 2Pac (Ha)

I'ma jump out the ride like "Who's that?"

Back my wap, try send him to the gulag (Dead boy)

I came out of jail then went back in

My shank went in, and it came back out (Phew)

I just hit my brownie, real quickly

Leave this wap in her house, and my kids in her mouth (Heh)

She's arching her back on the sofa

Pull out and buss all over the couch (Uh-ha)

Them man there jus' do it for the clout

And I highly doubt that they gonna ride out (Uh-ha)

I got no remorse for these opps

Bro died, I was riding out non-stop (Bap, bap)

Since then bare man got got

Three man got dropped, see their face on a T-Shirt top (LOL)

I been touring this block for hours

This bike keeps clicking, I'm feeling hot (Hot)

But I can't take this bally off my face

So once again, that's Scam in the dock (Goddamn)

He got cheffed and sent to the doc'

But the doc' couldn't save him, his heart already stopped (True)

You don't wanna see BA taking shots

If you're in his lens then you're gonna get dropped

Try ride, and the script got flipped

He got chinged and chopped

Man, I guess that flopped (Jokeman)

This wap is older than my pops

The rambo's unclipped, and the handy's copped

[Chorus]

Active Gxng (Gang), anything goes (Goes)

Running it up, ain't got time for ho’s (Ho’s)

ZKs, hand tings, rusty poles

How you scream R.I.P. when you left your bro? (How?)

I was looking at fifteen years

Barrister done magic like Dynamo

I'll jump out, bait with my peers

Swing, ching and ruin your clothes

Active Gxng, anything goes

Running it up, ain't got time for ho’s

ZKs, hand tings, rusty poles

How you scream R.I.P. when you left your bro?

I was looking at fifteen years

Barrister done magic like Dynamo

I'll jump out, bait with my peers

Swing, ching and ruin your clothes

[Outro]

Swear that's Ekayy

Sting like Aybee