[Verse 1: Yaz]

Stand for the four-five, that's my district

Link T for the extra mission

Nine millimetre right for whippings

And to my left is captain Bishop

Girls go mad for the northside thug

How many times have we got man winded (I don't know)

Can't chat and cap on us, I don't get wet when I ride and rinse it (Bo-)

I could do it at night, or day just grab that gauge, and I paint that pavement

Gained respect and made some moves

True, yo, give me that golden boot

Brake and beat, no fire in the booth

His mums got to buy him a tomb

Do-do-do it then bounce like roo

It's armed response whеn they hear man shoot (Bo-)

When thе trap offline, you could lose your life, your t-shirt soaked, ayy

Ops don't come round here for smoke, don't dash your rams, just hide it, yo

These ops are awfully shy, I wonder fucking why

They all can't cope when we all offside, should've taken longer strides

Stack them figures, and burn those bridges, pigs can't clock who did it, ayy

Money my new religion, I'm levelling up, and I don't link women (Ayy)

My chings hate niggas, they both Chinese, they dash when I come through swinging

Get clout, and the girls come with it

I'm blowing her back in, but after I bill it (Bill it)

[Verse 2: Reddeye Glizzi]

On hood, we drilling (No cap)

Kick back or yo ass go missing

That boy my killy, 12 pull up, won't catch me snitching (Never)

Real dope boy, I was whippin' the kitchen (I was whippin')

Hit me a lick, can't leave no witness

Boy keep playing, caught me an opp

He turned Usain, shell in the brain (Zoom)

Big, big baller, I got to get paid in a good situation the drugs get weighed (No Cap)

Things go south, then you get sprayed, you get what I'm saying?

I had to boss up, get a check

Money man, I had to step on he's neck (I had to)

He came in a rookie, I came in vet (I was lit)

I was trapping and rapping, they pay in advance

Three new bitches, two on xans (What?)

One lil' bitch take dick on demand

Groupie thots, Only Fans (Only fan)

I call you my brother, I hook up a gram (gram, gram)

Came from the gutter, I am what I am (I am, I am)

I had to steal, punch, scam (Scam, yeah)

Grew up on peanut butter jam

[Outro: Yaz]

Stand for the four-five, that's my district

Nine millimetre right for whippings

Girls go mad for the northside thug

Can't chat and cap on us, I don't get wet when I ride and rinse it