[Verse 1: Turtle B]

Look

Niggas be talkin’ ‘bout hits but in reality niggas really don’t got drills

Grrah, I been goin’ through a lot so please do not question why the fuck I pop pills

If you not gon’ slide then the opps will

‘Member I was just slidin’, now I’m the one that make the calls to get the opps killed

How you talk the realest shit and you not real?

Y’all mans keep dyin’, y’all not slidin’, I’m startin’ to think y’all do not care

Every time that I spin through the P’z, I see the D’z, double back when they not there

I seen bro on the floor and I dropped tears

I got a baddie she top me, she top tier

Double hand when I bang it like O’Neal

I give my young niggas the green to go kill

[Verse 2: Lil Ock]

Pop a thirty and get in the mood

Don’t be writin’ no raps I just go with the mood

I was flockin’ and shootin’ while you was in school

Can’t have one girl I be fuckin’ the crew

She be suckin’ the dick like she missin’ a tooth

They be callin’ for perc’s while I’m up in the stu’

I’ma hit you right back when I walk out the booth

Got a gun for the club it can fit in a shoe

Tuda been locked up for murder since ‘09

Lil nigga you ain’t never do no crime

Shoot up the block right in front of the D’z, cut through the backyard I’m back in the P’z

Them Gates and Marcy niggas know what I mean

Use to get bored and go shoot up the scene

Can’t talk about shh, ‘cause he took a headshot

I be forgettin’ they dead opps

[Verse 3: Turtle B]

Look, I smoke Richard, he got turned in to hotheads after he had caught a headshot

Two deep, two Glocks on New Lots, push up on me, nigga, now you shot

Sayin’ you gon’ harm knowin’ you not

The opps not even that far they only two blocks

Go do a drill after that cop a new Glock

Grrah grrah

[Verse 4: Lil Ock]

I smoke ***, that nigga dead can’t give him no clout

His BM love me, put my dick in her mouth

I made her bed while his kids on the couch

On the Gram they tryna figure me out

50K a month this a new route

New box of bullets I be givin’ them out, he was woofin’ ‘til he got hit in the scalp

[Verse 5: Turtle B]

One in the chamber, six in the clip, I’m on court and all these bullets gotta count

Flock at the opps I catch ‘em out of bounds

I’m the Jet, niggas know not to play with the Hound

Nigga, shot hit his back and he fell on the ground

Dummy, now I’m smokin’ on 6ixx

Nigga push up on me now it’s lit

Grrah grrah

[Verse 6: Lil Ock]

Twenty-three in the FN that’s a standard

Whip my belt we gon’ teach ‘em some manners

Jump out the V get to flockin’ on camera

I was twelve when I started playin’ with hammers

.22 long use to shoot like a rifle

Never shot nobody I do not like you

He was a boxer, he thought he was Michael

Try weavin’ the bullet we ain’t come here to fight you