[Intro: Polo G & YungLiV]
Ayy Livvy man, what the fuck you on?
You know the fuck, I'm on a whole lotta gang shit
On gang, man
You know how the fuck we bumming every time we link up, bitch
We plug, we send hot shit
Let's go
[Verse 1: YungLiv]
Throw a few shots out this MAC, my homie died, we gettin back
I can't say much in them raps, just know them death threats got him wacked
His backdoor where we met him at, he ran still got laid on his back
All my vultures known for wreck, that's why they ain't been on the set
We ridin' wit' two choppers, one of 'em stolen, can't be no statistics
Ain't not one nigga in this city diss over mines, cuz consеquences
I fell victim to this shit whеn bro got caught without his pistol
Seemed like the opps cliqued up and broke, since I blew up off of my Insta
I'm so turned off this rapping shit, to be an opp on with minor privilege
Off an X', turnt out my body, I dare a opp to like my picture
We can link up, meet and greet, just know them blickies will be wit' 'em
She said she love, but on my life, she fuck my homie, bitch is wicked
[Verse 2: Polo G]
Didn't them niggas learn from out there riding with they face down
We gon' make this shit bounce off the glass, just like a chase down
I told lil bro, "Handle that", then he like, "Bet, load up, and spray rounds"
Wack 'em on the set, then catch a jet, lil bitch we A-bound
Do my Glizzy dance, we hit all his friends, what you gon' say now?
Drums like a band, like a Drizzy fan, I love that Drake sound
Swimming with them sharks, take off his head, we let that 'K growl
Don't get too comfortable up in that water acting like you can't drown
Smith and Wesson's spitting back to back like they on 8 Mile
Hollows wash his facial, wet his shit up like a face towel
Its a war out in the 'Raq so I been buying blicks thru' PayPal
I fucked it off in Saks, all Amiri from the waist down
[Verse 3: YungLiv]
Ayy, this hoe on dicks, she know we turnt, she won't do me on my hips
Out on the set, with Benji, double cup of coolie got me trippin'
All my rivals pissed, I sold my song and bought Glock for them killers
We gon' spin 'em, ain't no missin', fuckin' wit' 'em, hop out, get 'em
Smash the opps every chance we getting
Bro get up close like build a slop machine and shut 'em hollows in
Don't let this music shit confuse you, all my niggas known for killin'
Go ask them niggas why they couldn't, we had cash before the pandemic
He gon' run and Glizzy spots gon' be the last thing he remember
[Verse 4: Polo G]
Put his ass right in the blender
Make it cold like it's December, but he gon' fall like it's November
He a bitch, don't know his gender, turn pussy, Caitlyn Jenner
We ain't rookies, been some winners, came a long way from beginners
Shoot a video at the opps park, we will let 'em Glocks spark
I'm the type to make his top drop, then hit the top charts
Doctor said ain't no reviving him, this Ruger stop hearts
Don't go tweakin', with lil two turnt'nem, lil boy, that's not smart
Spin on shit at anytime, don't care if it's not dark
Up North we dogging shit, the police knows it's us when shots bark
Up top on Evergreen in Hudson, bitch that's where my block starts
The G's flip thru Hill, we blowing shit, might leave his car parked
[Verse 5: YungLiv]
I fell off and run up them racks, gotta put my hood on the map
Thursday, what's two opps? So Friday night, we spin back out the Lex
Put on my mask, cut off my jam, zlam back the van door, make a mess
Before the fame, we stayed on Christian Street, biting more parkment states
[Outro: Polo G]
Make 'em say ugh, na-na, na-na
That chopper rock, his partner drop
Lil' bitch, I'm TTG and we got a lot of opps
And I'm from 1300, bae, that's a baller block
Bitch
