(Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)

(Damn Drako, you made this?)

Alright, they play with you, ain't shit to talk about just pull up, hop out, shoot (Come here, come here)

And I don't really like to talk a lot 'cause people hate the truth (They bitch-ass)

Bitch, I popped out with a M then hopped right back in the booth (I'm on my shit)

Hit this block the wrong way, we turn your Chevy to a coupe (Vrr)

You keep talkin' 'bout you did this and that, boy, who the fuck is you?

When we swarmed him, those he froze, his bitch-ass ain't know what to do (His bitch-ass)

I love this money shit, but this shit keep reminding me of Mook (Of Money Mook)

Man, I really hate my opps, them **** pussier than Boo (His bitch-ass)

And I can't love no bitch at all, bitch, I'ma dog like Uncle Snoop (Don't got no love)

This not a game, but we'll kill your ass and run through all your loot (Then take your shit)

When we catch him, whoo, I'm takin' the driver gun and bounce out, shoot at you (Come here, come here, come here, the fuck?)

Try to guard me, I'm gon' cross a **** up like Uncle Drew (You know that)

12 hit the lights, Three stomped the gas and now he driving like a crew (He gone)

It's just me, G5, and Frog, and we just poured a triple deuce (Poured up Tris)

I'm in traffic with a opp ho, gettin' more neck than a goose (Shit)

I know them opp **** want us bad, I told the backend I'm moving loose

Take all that acting killing shit to an auditioning for Zeus (With your bitch-ass)

How I got respect, I bought a gun and put that bitch to use (Grahh, grahh)

Every time lil' bro nem pop a Perc' they say, "RIP to Juice"

They say the opps out tryna party like the army, I sent a nuke, ****

Try to run and I'ma chase you down, I'm fast, I used to hoop (Come here, come here, you know that)

Dissed on the gang, now that **** in a box dressed in a suit

The opp just dropped a song, that bitch so weak, we played that shit on mute (That shit so ass)

And if you seen the shit I seen, man, your bitch ass'll probably puke (With your ho-ass)

Brand-new Track' straight off the lot, man, this bitch drive like it got boost

Say he can't slide 'cause they not on they block, boy, that's not no excuse

Fuck BKN but I'm locked in with Leek, we kicking shit like Bruce

I never lied, Smiley called my mama tryna call a truce

That **** ran, but he ain't get away (Come here), we shot him out his shoes (Damn)

**** acting like they that, but ain't get back, I know a few (They bitch-ass)

They say brodie told on bro, I can't believe it, but it's true (What the fuck?)

Say he had 10K on my head and now he dead, I know he blue

The opps outside, I'm down to slide, but what 'bout you?

I got four eyes, bro, you just drive and I'm gon' shoot (I got this shit)

Ten mill', .45s, don't play with .9s, boy that's not cute (That shit childish)

Shots to the leg, shots to the head, that **** threw​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​