[Intro: Jah EBK, ProdByGhxstface, & Playboi Carti]
(Gh-Gh-Gh-Gh-Ghxstface)
Baow, baow (New choppa, new choppa, it came with the beam), grrah
Skorcherz (Actavis, pouring up lean)
Skorch, Skorch (Got Flacko, yeah, Rocky, he pass me the beam)
(I shoot like Hakeem, baow-baow)
(All of these knots in my jeans)
(Alexander of McQueen), baow (Skorcherz)
[Verse 1: Jah EBK]
Left, right with the knife, keep pokin’ (Like)
Like, stomp-stomp, we gon’ do him like No— (Noah)
Pop Kreep dissin’, I do not know him (Like)
Like, get to hawkin’ him down with the 45th
.44 bulldog (Baow), fully explosive (Baow)
Like, opp thot in the spot tryna throw it (Dotty)
Like, double-back on they block, they ain’t pull it (Like)
Like, get to flockin’, the shells keep fallin’ (Like, grrah)
Like, what happened? I had a revolver (Like, what?)
46 niggas do bads, they is not scorin’ (46K)
Almost packed lil’ Millz, word to bro, when I saw him (46K)
The fuck do I look like runnin' and fallin’? (Like)
I got the heat, I start feelin' like Jordan (Like, baow)
Like, Bino died on that block got me coughin' (Like, baow)
Like, smoke the block, we on Davidson tossin’ (DavidK)
We on [?], then we spinnin’ through Courtlandt
[Verse 2: Tkarty 43]
Like, baow-baow-baow (Baow-baow-baow), get to shakin’ his shoulders
Fatz B died, where his gun? He ain’t holster (Fatz B died, where his gun? He ain’t holster)
Like they was stompin' his face like he Noah (Noah)
In the back of the Mitch, tryna flick on a Rolla (Tryna flick on a Rolla)
Like, baow-baow-baow, I'm not doin' no chasin’
Fuck Fway, nigga died on vacation (Fuck Fway, nigga died on vacation)
I'm tryna flick, I don't really got patience (I don't really got patience, nigga, baow, suck my dick)
[Verse 3: EBS Benny]
Left, right, shakin' your shoulders
Stomp on his face, tryna do him like Noah
Gotta throw on my ski when I flick on the Rolla's
I be yellin' out "Yawah", when I see Amoney
Tryna throw out the beam 'cause I gotta get closer
Oh, they think they not fightin', I'm throwin' out [?]
E with the Dot, dot to his head, big ass gun, .26 over
[Verse 4: Nate G6]
Now we back on the O's, like, walk 'em down, started flashin' the pole
We on the L'zzzz, where the fuck you gon' go
I'm throwin' more than one, I can merch on the bros
Fatz B packed, you gotta tap on your chest, start shootin' yourself with the pole
Tappin' the G, I'm on 56th, walk up the block, got that shit in my coat
[Verse 5: Kay Buggout]
Left, right, put your hand on your chest (Put your hand on your chest, Fatz bop)
Got me smokin' on Fatz, I be feelin' the best (Fatty)
I just met this opp bitch from over West (From over West), keep on talkin' freaky, let's put it to test (Yeah, I'm tryna fuck)
Bitch tryna line me, I left her on read (Baow, baow-baow)
If she come to my crib, then she meetin' the lead (Meetin' the lead)
Brodie got me in Harlem, on hots with the Tec'
Like, Do— Bop, start tappin' my head
3rdside what? Word to bro (3rdsideK), niggas catch Ty Munna, no holster, how is he Crip?
Jah got cut, need to go catch a hit, and I heard he a runner, not runnin' from this
Kdot, neck shot, he in a spliff (Kdot)
Bino backdoor (Bino), how could they diss?
Freshy, Suly, smacked with the Whip (Freshy)
Smokin' on Jacob, he died with his grip (Jacob)
Noah face, he went out to the kicks (Noah)
Zelly, chestshot, died for a nip (Zelly)
'Rippy, he tried to run, but he tripped
Forget Thunder Bklu, he was just sleepin' in piss
[Verse 6: Jay Stacks, Jah EBK, & Jdotty2Hotty]
Grrah, niggas know how I get when I walk (Baow), in the spot (Baow, baow-baow)
I'on gotta say shit, peacin' the Jet (Whoopty), I'm makin' it lit, if I flick with my right, I bet he get hit
So many opps could've been in a spliff, Fatz (Fatz), Fazo, both of 'em hit
Baow, like, like, I got the .22, like, bro got the 4O (bro got the—, like), we made it happen (Like, what?)
Like, catch a shot, nigga, Nazzy a basket (Nazzy)
Move to the side, 'lil Stacks let 'em have it (Nazzy)
Like, like, yell "Jeff" with the ratchet, the way he go poof, would've thought it was magic, nigga (What the fuck?)
(Way he go poof, would've thought it was—)
(Skorch, Skorch, Skorch-Skorch, Skorcherz)
(Baow-baow, baow-baow, baow-baow)
[Verse 7: Jdotty2Hotty]
Like, .45 with the Dolo, like, fuck is a .44? (Dolo, like, fuck is a .44)
We in the Hill, .45 get to bangin' (Bangin')
Left, right, like Harlem shakin’ (Left, right, like Harlem shakin')
Start pokin' your chest, like, we still Notti Bop (Like, OYK)
Mel-Mel dead, put the gun to his face, roll suicide pain, told brodie to flock it (Mel-Mel)
Now we smokin' Fatz B, give a fuck if you jack me (Jack me), but if you not jack' me, then get off my block (Get off my block, fuck off my block)
[Outro: Jdotty2Hotty]
(If you not smokin' Fatz B, then get the fuck off my block,)
