Oh Shit (feat. The Godfather & 2-Three)

We back on it (Shred)

Shred (Shred)

Got them boys in here with me today

Shred

Shred

Shred

Shred, Shred, Shred, Shred, Shred, Shred

Oh shit, them boys back (Them boys back)

Jackboys on your ass, you can't avoid that (Nah)

Oh shit, we'll get on your ass (Come here)

They don't wanna see me pull up with that fully MAC (Rrah)

Oh shit, I forgot the mask (What?)

He ain't livin' anyway, put him in the grass (R.I.P.)

Oh shit, the Glock got a fully (Yeah)

I might look like I'm sweet, but I'm a fuckin' bully (Shut the fuck up)

Oh shit, these lil' **** pussy (They pushed me)

Oh shit, I swear these **** pushed me (They pussy)

Oh shit, now I be in his bushes (What?)

Oh shit, pop out like Ashton Kutcher (Haha)

Oh shit, the Rollie got the boogers (Boogers)

My **** Boom stay with them chops, so he must be the butcher (Brrah)

Oh shit, oh no, big Glocks gon' blow (Gon' blow)

I'll get a **** whacked, got some slimy lil' bros (Slatt)

Hold on, hit his hood with that wood'll get him gone (Gone)

High as fuck on the block, me and bro just matched a four (Yeah)

My pole long, gotta keep it, they'll take me 'cause of bro (Okay)

They don't like that dread-head ****, treated him like ho (Fire)

Hell yeah, that's us, big racks, big guns (Yeah)

Feds question me 'bout murders, had to ask 'em which one? (Which one?)

'Cause they know this dread-head **** stay with big guns (K's)

When I pull this bitch out, watch that lil' bitch run (He gone)

We them **** known to drop a hundred shots

We them **** known to slide down the block (We them ****, ayy)

We them **** that be terrorizing opps (We them ****)

We the ones gettin' questioned when they drop (We them ****, ayy)

We the ones with the fullys on the Glock

We the ones that be takin' them up top (We them ****, ayy)

We the ones that be gettin' **** cropped

**** hoes, say they gangsters, but they not (We them ****, ayy)

I'm the one got her open off a Rox' (Yeah)

Screamin' fuck the judge ever since brodie got locked (Fuck 'em)

I'm a vet in these streets, lil' ****, I ain't no rookie (Nah)

Smoke a bookie, do a **** broad day, bring out the hoodie (Fah-fah)

Lumberjack in these streets, I'll pull up with the woody (Yeah)

Hundred round in this bitch'll wrap a **** like a Muslim (He gone)

Free Stone, free Deep, and free my **** Boogie (Free my brothers)

I ain't got no gloves, so I'ma wrap my hands up with some footies (Yeah)