[Verse 1: WillThaRapper]

I smoke 'til I'm high as fuck (Haha), his bitch say she wanna smoke too (Oh yeah)

I said A-Okay, but look bitch, I hope you can roll too (Roll shit)

Her friend say she cannot say okay, then you could roll too (Lets get it)

Then they fuck my whole squad, just like they were supposed to

I be turn as fuck, I backslash just to let my man fuck (Man, I gotta have one of them)

If it’s one of me and ten of them, they letting ten fuck (Man, they all gone)

Introduce that bitch to my bro Pedro, she let him fuck (Ayy, squad)

Me I just be cooling, I be higher than a blimp

But I still be turning up (Turn up), still be launching out (Grrat)

Be cooling but don’t test me (Grrat), 'cause I still be dumping rounds (Bow, bow)

Fifteen rounds, hunnid rounds, spin his block, gun him down

If he smart, try to leave, hit his brain, dumb him down (Brrat)

After that we skipping town, say fuck rap, we flipping pounds (Thats cash)

If the feds bag our place (Whoop), out of state, we switch around (We gone)

If they send ma man to the can, bitch, we get him out (Free squad)

They can’t swim in our water, if they try fish em out

I be tryna tell these niggas and these bitches how I'm rockin'

Fuck with me the long way, or not at all, it ain’t no options

If I fuck a bitch, I leave it there, nigga, ain’t no twatching (What?)

If I'm beefing then my gunman with me nigga, ain’t no copping (Its squad)

Coming up it ain’t no stopping, niggas plottin', and they watching

Let a nigga play with me, I pay your fee, let niggas rob him (Thats cash)

And my niggas fuck with killers too, don’t make them niggas call 'em

They could barely handle me, so I know they can’t handle all them (Yeah, yeah)

The Squad

[Verse 2: ?]

Lil bro, roll that shit out, man

Man you geek the spot with these bitches, I'm 'bout to smoke my own shit

What the fuck type is this you on?

None of that shit, bro

Ayy bruh, we got some lean on? (Lean)

Pour that shit out man, these double cups here

My double cups, I need my double cups man

Ay, ay, go the fuck to the store then

What the fuck is y’all niggas doing then?

(DJ A37)

[Verse 3: ?]

I pull up, we hop out on yo ass (Ayy)

Nigga want play, he get toe-tagged (Grrat)

Hide some shit up in my dope pads

Shout out my bitch, she is so bad (Damn)

You know she dope like a coke base

Some would say she leave a hoe mad

Rolled pass me with my kool-aids, bro game

Yeah yeah I been runnin' through the trap

Not the six serving this garbage truck

Jumping like jumping jacks

They stopped cruising in the six four

Slice fit I take you straight out your bitch, dog

'Cause I got that piece of the puzzle, boy

You don’t want no fucking trouble, boy

I'm a rapper with your bitch, boy

I used to rap, and I'm turnt up with WillThaRapper

You is a stupid actor 'cause you rap like you stupid

How you think you go smoke, you don’t do shit

We pulled in the coupe, and it’s roofless

Talk that shit out your mouth, leave you toothless (Leave you toothless)

Talking straight out the streets, I've been through shit (I been through shit)

I'ma dive in that cat on some bullshit (On some bullshit)

Then I kill that lil cat on some cool shit

Then I kill that lil cat on some cool shit

[Verse 4: ?]

Ay, ay

Hello?

Let me hit that

Hello? The fuck is this, my nigga?

Nigga in the studio, hold up

Hold up

Hold up, hold up, ay, look

We be getting it and we ready to flip

You not like me boy, you chasin' these bitches

It’s a hundred in the clip, ain't no fake, I don’t miss 'em

I need a Hummer, we'll turn up, put 'em straight to the trenches

Ass so fat, she gotta jump in them denims

Nigga look real clean when I jump in the rentals

How she go let the mob go Santiago

Get the drop like Pablo then I'm gone tho

I got a bitch that look like Megan Good, straight from the hood

She got a condo out Virginia, got it straight out the mud

Jeans, no wedding rings, we buy them

Walk on the scene, looking extra clean 'cause I am

I'll straight merc a nigga beat, then I'll leave him, rest in peace

Let her get the best of me, now she can get the rest of me

In in the streets not shushin' me, boy, you can get the recipe

Ay, ay, ay, ay, hey, hey

Nigga make the trap look cool tho

I am in Mars with Pluto

I pulled up in a four door or two door

And we can cop two or three hoes

Ay, get the fuck up out my face, and throw the bag right in the safe

We been flyin' all day and my [?] up in this place

Shout out to Tay, boy, that’s my Ace, hey

I smoke this dope to they face, hey, hey

[Outro]

You are now rocking with D.C.’s own

DJ A37 you fuck boys, stand back