Y'all niggas better be up
Boy, you niggas better have some bodies, why you playin' out here?
I'm gon' keep it a hunnid you better have some bodies, why you playin' out here, nigga?
Fuck you, nigga
Let's get to it, what the fuck?

Opps hoes and they know how we comin' (know how we comin')
Out of that fire, no key, two hundred (two hundred)
We hit they block with them forties and hundreds (brrt)
His head in his phone, he ain't see it comin' (creamy boy)
ATG the gang was hittin' two hundred (walk down gang)
Full of these Percs, throwin' dick in her stomach (dick in her stomach)
Scream from the back and I'm keepin' her cummin'
Got power like Ghost, but I move like Tommy, don't play that (got what?)
Nigga in that life, give a fuck 'bout nothin' (give a fuck 'bout nothin')
Exotic car, I tote it, got a gun
Slimin' 'em boys, turn 'em to some Runtz (phew)
Wasn't claimin' that body (phew), but he in our blunt
One shot to the face, put two to his lung
Yellow tape wrapped the boy, yeah, yeah, he done (he done)
Patch a long murder, we do two for one (long murder)
Auto-tick on this glizzy, one of one (one of one)
Add a twist, put the brrt on a pump (brrt)
I got this bitch, motherfuck the hunt
Walk his ass down, he was livin' for nothin'
Can't come to my hood, he get booked for his gun (uh)

All this shit (took your gun, go walk somethin' up)
Calm down, calm down

Nah, ho, wait, ain't no love, I'm a nothin'
Got' pull in my section, lil' nigga, I'm a don
Mask down, go get that shit done
Can't blank on this mission, this one of the ones
Fuck the backdoor we gon' kick down the front
I'm takin' his soul, yeah, I'm leavin' with somethin'
Live by that gun, you gon' die by that gun
You ain't gon' shoot, why you clutchin' your gun?
Double the TEC when you flippin' that car
Ayy, reach out a hand and I'll cut off your arm
Thought I wasn't catchin' them shots he was throwin'
Four-fifty-eight stop the car, where you goin'? (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Pass me a Perc', fuck around, get to snorin'
They thought I was sleep, up the Glock, get to blowin' (boom)
Steppin' in Timbs, the blood go for one
He dissin' too much, he get turn to a wood (slatt)
1152 Gang step understood
1017, Wop, let's do it (Big Icy Gang)

Ain't nobody, nigga
Said Wop, let's do it (Big Icy Gang)
Fuck the opps, crazy, fuck the opps, crazy
Can't fuck with that
None of that shit

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Writer(s): Benjamin David Ortega, Kaimon Carwell, Radric Davis, Terion Porter