(Ayy, what these **** on, Soulja?)

(Ayy, I got—I got Lil' Goxan on this motherfucker, fuck)

(Ceg3all trippin' on this one)

Glrrt-glrrt (Yeah)

For the squad, for the squad

I won't play 'round with no ****, pull up, hop out for the squad

M16, Drac' can hit a ****, he got scraped, they ripped his heart

We got Glocks and sticks in the function, ****, we the Backpack Boys

Pop up on him, I'm like, "Where you goin', gang?"

Fan-ass **** in my face, they like, "What you been on, gang?"

Boy, you best get the fuck back 'fore I get to blowin', gang (Boop-boop)

**** keep talkin' 'bout pullin' up, why they never scorin', gang?

Hit lil' brother, pull up, kickdoor

Pop out, wish it not be that 10 mil' Glock, that bitch a missile

I got Glock, can't D-I-E, catch a ****, shoot a freethrow

She keep doin' that yappin', I'm like, "Bitch, get on your knees though"

**** ain't talkin' 'bout shit, like why the fuck he even need smoke?

Pull up to the function, park, get out

Ten deep, **** can't say I ain't come outside

**** think he won't get smacked

He doin' that internet dissin', get killed on live

And we got big caliber Glocks, hell nah, I won't do the regular size

Hangout with them exotic Glocks, but this shit here not for fashion

**** don't think he sweet, I'm blastin'

Heard that boy got put on Fox, ****, we forever lastin'

Fuck this bitch, she gave me drop, lil' ho did it wrong, a savage

The fuck? He really think he like that? Gon' get smacked for all that cappin' (Boop-boop)

Pull up big boy F-150 truck, I couldn't even back-back

This bitch know I ain't shit, I just wanna fuck her 'cause her ass fat

That bitch was lookin' at him, I bet a **** ain't even catch that

Hop out, baby stick, the one with sixty round attachment

I was in some smoke, he ain't need that Glock, so I had snatched it

Bomb squad got bad bitches in the function, drunk and nasty (Glrr, on God, ****, we got them big booty bitches)

All them drunk and nasty (Boop-boop-boop-boop, glrrt, yeah)

For the squad, for the squad

I won't play 'round with no ****, pull up, hop out for the squad

M16, Drac' can hit a ****, he got scraped, they ripped his heart

We got Glocks and sticks in the function, ****, we the Backpack Boys

Pop up on him, I'm like, "Where you goin', gang?"

Fan-ass **** in my face, they like, "What you been on, gang?"

Boy, you best get the fuck back 'fore I get to blowin', gang (Boop-boop)

**** keep talkin' 'bout pullin' up, why they never scorin', gang?