[Verse 1: 4TM Drako & NLE Choppa]
These niggas know before they play with us, they better second guess
Dried out with a hundred round, it'll leave your head above your chest
4TM the shit, and I swear anybody would tell you that
That dissin' shit they doin', that's the shit that's 'bout to get them scratched
Walk up in your party, now don't worry, I got thirty shots
Reaching for this tennis chain, that's the shit that'll get you shot
Play with me like you play with them nigga, and you ain't leavin' now
We snuck plenty straps up in this bitch, so what they talkin' 'bout
King of the city, you really can't step that on my name
When somebody catch a headshot, they blame it on the gang
Heard about the last nigga played, that pussy felt some flame
Tryin' to see through my hood nigga, boy this shit ain't no game
Even if you kill some, that don't mean shit to me
A nigga still would run you down, bitch I'm talkin' first degree
Police get behind me, I'm gone, it ain't no catching me
Hollows hit you in yo' dome, you better not cop a plea
Feds did a sweep in the hood, I had to stuff the Glock
Everybody "what the fuck do you mean?" Nigga I don't need a clock
Only thing I need is this AR with a shoulder stock
I bet I split yo' shit, not your legs, bitch I want your top
And I swear these niggas been hatin' on me
I'm finna drop a new mixtape, ay just wait on me
Bars part two, this shit official, bitch I've been a G
Run up on me, then I bust your brain for thinking this shit sweet
I got gang in this bitch, we gon' bang in this bitch
I might let this 30 speak if you play with me
We brought them thangs in this bitch
For sure I'm ridin' with my clique (Ayy)
I'm talkin' 'bout dyin' with my clique if you think it's sweet (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Creep up on his block, let some shots at him, then I watch him drop
Kick down the door at the trap, confiscate everything like narcs
Get on the ground, if you make a sound I make the glizzy jump
Goon smoking Jimmy Glo, I told him let me hit that junt
I told them bitches "free Toby" and fuck them Mississippi County sheriffs
Twenty-four shots at his top like he Kobe, gave that bitch a [?]
And stop acting like you bitches know me, bitch I'm in my own world
Got the drop on the house from the bitch, I call that hoe my homegirl
Never tell your move, I catch 'em lacking, bullets gon' surprise 'em
Slide on my house while I got this choppa, I wish you tried
They say lil' Choppa wiggin' out, I'm crashin' out, and I'ma let it ride
I cracked a smirk when he got popped, but I'ma smile when that nigga die
[Verse 3: Tevooo3]
He die, we ride, we slide, we ready to catch a opp
Spin the block, spin the block, spin the block, we hop out with them Glocks
Got sticks, got mops, got Drac's, it make your heart stop
Next time to the face, but you know we took his finger off
Semi with me, glizzy with me, got my niggas spinnin' with me
Extendo in a limo tint and we gon' send 'em up to [?]
Hundred round drum, nigga better lay low
And fuck the whole county jail and tell 'em free lil' Huncho
[Verse 4: Goon Big4]
First off fuck twelve and free the Huncho, where the gang
You will get your shit split, speakin' on my dawg name
Fuck COVID-19, we still post in them trenches
They can't stand me, he died, and they say that we did it
But fuck what they be talkin' 'bout, you know I'm turnt on them bitches
It's so hot up in my city, every week it's a killin'
Back to back that bitch spinnin'
He want none on his belt
You on a mission with your dawg, would you step by yourself?
