[Verse 1: Wal Blixk]

Bitch, I walk in the spot and I loot it

Heard you jackin’ the 5 then I boomed it, like

Smokin’ on who? What we doin’?

You ain’t bend 25th is you stupid?

See Kenzo I’m bendin’ that strip

He wit’ his brother, I’m uppin’ that bitch

Look, Nazzy all in my spliff with Mez, [?] cool with the [?]

Look, TG not on nothin’

Ask around, yeah, I really be buggin’, like

Yeah, I threw at your cousin

Ask Yagi, yeah, I upped it in public

JB got hit in his neck he was bluffin’

Last Jet that we caught it was somethin’

Back out, reload, keep dumpin’

He got hit in his leg he still runnin’

Don’t run, he silly

You know Lexie always comin’ wit’ me

On the Pro lookin’ for a Billy

Niggas on dick dissin’ on the Shiggy’s

Don’t run, don’t trip

SetDaTrend, I’m smokin’ on Rip

If he trip, he sick

Up close walk up in his shit

Dissin’ Nick y’all thought it was cute

I’m wit’ Judah he ready to oot

I cannot wait ‘til I catch C Blu

Turn to Rey, I’m ready to hoop, gang

We gon’ give ‘em the boot

You need a hit tryna be in my loop

Get back gang, we ready to broom

It’s Lots to fhe Floxks when I step in the room, gang

Fuck NasEBK

You got robbed and ain’t do a thing

Tell ‘em stay in they lane

Thirty shots when I bend the Rey

Back to Brooklyn in the Bay

Floxk at Koney, get it in [?]

Get you lined by my sister Tay

Tell her link them niggas, niggas gon’ pay

[Verse 2: Mori Briscoe]

Spot an opp, I’ma click, reload

Throwin’ shots and they dip, free throw

Top one shotta feelin’ like D. Rose

Hoodied up, masked up, better be low

Niggas pussy, they link for protection

NasEBK better keep him a weapon

After Rip they ain’t learnin’ they lesson

Fuck it, we spinnin’ through 5th to the Sev then

TG got caught in the store, wasn’t on shit

Niggas pussy so we playin’ offence

Tell Nas stop rappin’ that nonsense

Nigga shit dirt, Kay Flock made ‘em all lit

Top five of this shit I’m the goat

I’m rappin’ but if niggas slidin’ I’ma throw

Niggas said they gon’ slide but they won’t

My opps got cancer ‘cause they don’t want smoke

Tell all the opps get off Nick dick, you use to be fanned out stop frontin’

They never ran down, did nothin’

If he don’t lay down, keep dumpin’, like

Keep dumpin’ that shit

Lord know I go dumb wit’ that shit

I might just up it in public and shit

Them niggas runnin’ and duckin’ and shit, like

Get the addy to the function on the way we gon’ loot it up

In the Bay or the Floss, either way we gon’ boom it up

What he say? It’s gon’ cost, nigga better keep a ruger tucked

Dior died, shit changed, they ain’t slide, they ain’t doin’ much