Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, like

Reyway

(RdoMadeit)

C Blu

I'm with the bros, we purgin' on the Hill

Got one in the head, I'm itchin' for a kill

Masked up, all black, I do this shit for real

Four demons, four knocks, we ready for the drill

Why you talkin' on live, but duckin' in the field? (Grrah)

That could never be me, I always keep a G

AJ crashed out, he should've stayed on feet

And Lil' Notti got poked, he should've had his G (Grrah, grrah)

I know DD so sad his brother on a tee

Got respect in my hood, don't gotta pay a fee

And my **** on go, they flockin' shit for free

Mali my demon, creepin' up for real

Really went fifty-fifty on a pill

Really went fifty-fifty on a drill (Grrah, grrah)

He throw, I throw, we tryna catch a kill (Like, ah, like, ah)

Yo, Blu, pass me the knocks

If he try to front, he get sent to the doctor (Grrah, grrah, boom)

See an opp, he get took off the roster

Bend through the Doug' while we smokin' on Poppa (Grrah, grrah, boom)

Word to bro, I don't know why they lyin' (On bro)

Every day, it's a new **** dyin' (Grrah, grrah, boom)

On they block, where they at? They be hidin'

Bro get to crashin' his flight if he flyin' (OGzK)

All black, see-through with the laser (Ah, ah)

Only bitch that I'm chasin' this paper (Grrah, grrah, boom)

On the 8, I'ma slide with a Blazer

After the 8, take a trip to Decatur (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

Wait right now, then we bendin' it later

Bullets is hot, but we still givin' shape-ups

Ready for war, man, I don't gotta lace up

Give me that call and I'm already there

Pop out the cut and flare

Walk down, bro, you can tell by the stare

Oh, shit, he in the air

They ain't gon' spin, so it don't even matter

Flash, you broke, go get your bag up

And you got shot, bro, you a lacker

Aim at his top, I'm tryna pack him

800K, if he jack 'em, we clap him (C Blu)

And Lil' Nesty a bitch, I'm tryna get up with him

Shot after shot, I'm hopin' that I hit him

Opp thot, shit fat, I'm tryna get up in it

Pussy so wet, I nutted in a minute

I ain't cuffin' no ho, I hit it, then I quit it

Pass it to bro, we callin' it a ping pong

Got my G on my hip with my cleats on

It's cameras outside, I gotta keep my ski on

On they block, they hidin', yeah, we seekin'

Catch an opp, it's back to playin' defense

They ain't havin' no fun on the weekend

We comin' through flockin', better not be drinkin' (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)