[Intro: WODDY]

Bow, bow

Wick made this beat

[Verse 1: WODDY]

I keep one up top

I was just on the line with the Jet, free Bop

Shot after shot, gotta watch how he hop

Any Makk in the spot gettin’ shot on the spot (gettin’ shot)

Free Loozo, brodie was makin’ it hot

Free Jigga, they got em sitting up top

50 MAC on nine, I’m still smacking the chop

I’m still ballin’ for Diddy, this shit never stop

Better move out the way when I go up the block

Almost emptied the clip but he screamin' at cops

Like, I don’t know how niggas linkin’ with opps

You was raising ya hand, I was raising my Glock

Man this shit gettin’ sweet I can park in they lot

Couldn't run from the beam, all he saw was the dot

When we leave on thе scene cation tape and thе cops

Free Sheemey, Nazzy just came out the spot (Bow, bow, ahhh)

Like, drill after drill, it took 25 minutes to get to the Hill

Is you coming and throwing or taking the wheel?

I ain’t know where to go, I ain’t have Uncle Phill

Bust a left, you gotta go for the kill

Told em step, I’m tryna get me a mill

When I spin with the 'Ripk think I play for the bail

Don’t be sayin’ my name if you don’t go on a drill (Bow, bow, bow)

So many ooters that play with my rain

When I spin with JP he go hard in the paint

I was sippin’ the wock, I was sippin’ the drink

I ain’t trustin’ not thot, I ain’t trustin’ no link

[Verse 2: Mhady2Hottie & Mdot 59]

Like, this not a game

I was been bendin’ blocks way before all this fame

Niggas know how I get, they can’t play with name

Ever since we lost bro we done put in that pain (Bow, bow, bow)

And I’m still taking risks

I got a big gun, I ain’t using my fist (ain’t using my fist)

TND niggas know how we get (TND)

It’s a couple of drills I can never admit

Like, free all my demons, they either booked for a body or they locked up for attempts (Shhhhh, word to my dead)

Like, I really be feinin’

I hit so much opps with the clock, like “Damn, when the fuck do I miss?”

Then the bro’s start thinking, they ask me like “How do I do it?”

I told em “I just got a gift”

(Like, free all my demons, they either booked for a body of they locked for attempts, Bow, bow, bow)

(Like, I really be feinin’

I hit so much opps with the clock, like “Damn, when the fuck do I miss?” Bow)

(Then the bro’s start thinking, they ask me like “How do I do it?”

I told em “I just got a gift”)

[Verse 3: Mdot 59]

W- w- when I spin with the Blazer, he ootin' like Dam'

When I slide with the Jet better stay out his lane

I- I’m with the Ape, you can't play with his rank

Every trip on the Makks we was letting it rain

Th- throw up the Jet when I step in the Hill

Throw on the beam tryna got for the kill

Tryna bend on the Makk, I don’t need me a pill

But I slide with the Jet, I don’t care how they feel

Most of the opps had em duckin’ they head

When I slide with JP, he gon' knock off a dread

I would diss Pop, but Bino is dead

I can’t count how much times they was ducking the lead

Went for the kill every time that I cried

Never needed a soul, on my dolo I slide

Ge- get in that mode when a Jet fly by

When I get in that mode I just yell “Primetime”

I was just phone with the 'Ripk, free Mix

We was just on the Makks, how the fuck could they diss?

Just on Davo, 64 strip

Had to throw up the F, I made most of them dip

Can't name one time on the opps I ain’t flick

Down on my ass, had to get me a lick

Four time game, man I shoot for the win

I be prayin’ to god every time that I sin (Bow, bow)