Brrt, brrt, brrt, ****

Free Blowski 4, free Drac, free Luck, free Wop (Free all the guys, fuck the opps crazy, ****, back of The Yards to West Pullman, ****)

Can tell you I'm blitzin' this shit, these **** fallin' and duckin'

(Ryan, what took you so long?)

He under me (Yo, how you gon' leave a gun?)

We drop them bitches, go put shit to sleep (Brrt)

Book bag, I keep my hot shit, where your gun? (Brrt)

Where your fuckin' gun? (Brrt, brrt, ****, brrt)

No, we ain't the same, reach for this chain, the fastest way to catch dome shots

Hold on, I heard his pole dropped, stand over, aim all in his nose spot

All hell break loose when them doors pop, try to blend in the crowd, get the most dropped

We don't give a fuck if it's hoes or not 'cause they droppin' our shit and they troll with the opps

Go MIA, turn off my phone, nine hundred shots fired, his brain splat

Throw fire at us and we flame back, play ball, on D and we came back

Ain't have it at the time, just me and my slimes, last one we seen got his chain snatched

Stop woofin', come get your chain back, slip up, don't get your framed cracked

I'll swing this bitch, it'll break your knees, stand over and then rearrange your teeth

Put a couple more in him, head back to the V, splash bro, 23 shoot shit, Angel Reese

Is you really tryna die or is you just tryna teeth? Send shit under the world, twist your own beliefs

Stay your ass out the crib, hit the phone, let's link, then the lil' boy died tryna walk on the P

I'm a firm believer in retaliation, 'fore I have my deuce, I get aggravated

Post up, make 'em run, full evacuation, that shit in they song be imagination

Never throwin' my yawk in a situation, never open my mouth in investigation

Move fluke and start blowin', no hesitation, they ain't spankin' no ass, they ain't clappin' faces

How you claim 59? You don't be over there

Never seen your face, we swing through there

We done left shit dead, gotta clean up now

You get wild, stretch somethin', we leave from there

Boy, this shit so fun when we squeezin' at them

Caught his ass the store, he was wheezin' for air

Knock his ass off his feet, now it's easy from there

I been lost my twin, I got a reason to stare

Bitch scream my name while I drop her panties

Lil Mari's fire, the scene gritty

Never ran out of shots, we got plenty

Smoke Montana, Juju, and Jimmy

Not a fan of semis, I can't get jiggy

In love with buttons, I blew too many

Every morning, start firin' sit up like Denny's

Go crash the Infiniti, we still was blitzin'

I'll swing this bitch, it'll break your knees, stand over and then rearrange your teeth

Put a couple more in him, head back to the V, splash bro, 23 shoot shit, Angel Reese

Is you really tryna die or is you just tryna teeth? Send shit under the world, twist your own beliefs

Stay your ass out the crib, hit the phone, let's link, then the lil' boy died tryna walk on the P

I'm a firm believer in retaliation, 'fore I have my deuce, I get aggravated

Post up, make 'em run, full evacuation, that shit in they song be imagination

You fuckin' dummy