Rrah, rrah (ah!)

Every opp shot (rrah)

Grrah, grrah (rrah), grrah-grrah-grrah

Get that **** (OY) (ayo, I rule this)

It's that Dee Play4Keeps, **** Os up, never Gz, you heard? (Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)

(Y'all **** know what the fuck goin' on, man, it's that DD, ****?) (Osama shit)

Now look, uh-huh (all they doin'), get that **** (all they doin') (OY, OY, OY), grrah, bang

Os, let's do it (hol' on), yeah (grrah)

Grrah, Os, let's do it

(Os, let's do it) Os, let's-, now hol' on, uh-huh, ah!

They like, "Sha Gz, you on what?" (grrah)

Like your man's ain't get shot in the butt (grrah, grrah)

Keep talkin' on Notti, can't wait 'til I see you (oh, whoa)

I'ma have your stomach lookin' see-through

Woo, rah-rah (Lotti), one got poked and the other got shot in his māthā (māthā)

Like, these **** is dirty and bummy

Catch me a bunny, we gon' make him hop

Oh (oh), let's do it like Waka (like Waka), cook a **** like it's pasta (grrah, grrah)

Heard it's two through the eight, they get flocked

They totin' on guns, don't spin no blocks (boom)

She let me put it right on her titty (ah, right in her)

We the face of Harlem, Os up, never Gz, we runnin' the city

Talk on Notti, know Lefty ran Ricky (Ricky), dickhead

And I'm ReywayK (oh, whoa), catch a Crip, you know I'ma spray (grrah)

C Blu, a kid, shot himself with the blick (grrah)

I know Rippy ran Rick and he died (died)

Opp thot, she wastin' my time (grrah)

Smokin' Nazzy, got sent to the sky (Nazzy)

But C-HII really get me lit, C-HII really get me high (C-HII)

Yeah, like, Os, let's do it (uh-huh)

Hop out, we gon' shoot 'em (gon' shoot 'em)

Run down, gang gon' boom 'em

Yeah, like (get that), Os, let's do it

Os, let's do, Os, let's do

Os, let's do (grrah-grrah)

I feel lil' DD (ah), I love him a lot

Try to run up, I flock through the 'Cleezy (I flock through the 'Cleezy)

Opp thot, she movin' too kinky (movin' too kinky), hit once, the pussy was stinky

Let's do it, let's do it

Step in the party, everybody geek to our music

And for Honcho and Notti and Country, we do this (we do this)

We the Os, like, how is we losin'?

Too tact', make that **** back up (on bro)

Throw a shot if he yellin' out, "Hat's up"

Spin through the Nick, he get hit with the Mack truck (LVK)

Okay, let's see what he on, he was talkin' on bro, now he in a song

Heard it's bigger than that

**** run up, then I'm flickin' his hat

Lil' thottie a fan, she was jackin' the opps so that bitch got slapped

No, I can't go out like Matt, I stay with my gat

Rah-Rah, Lotti, Lani, Frost, packed (ah)

Any opp that I saw, I was quick to react

Lil' Mo Kartii didn't get back, so y'all need to stop all the cap

Off the liquor, she throwin' it back

Ayo, Eli, what the fuck? (The fuck?) Like, how many **** got put in a blunt?

We smoke Lotti, that **** Runtz (that **** Runtz)

She say I'm cocky, she gotta front

Opp thot tryna line me, she gon' die with me and my gun

Let off two, why they run?

Everything for Notti, this shit not for fun, like-

Yeah (yeah), Os, let's do it

Hop out, we gon' shoot 'em (gon' shoot 'em)

Run down, gang gon' boom 'em

Yeah, like, Os, let's do it

Os, let's, like, Os, let's do it (grrah-grrah)

Yeah, (yeah), Os, let's do it (uh-huh)

Hop out, we gon' shoot 'em (gon' shoot 'em)

Run down, gang gon' boom 'em, like-

Yeah, like (grrah), Os, let's do it

Os, let's do, like-, like-

(Os, let's do it) Os, let's do, like-(grrah-grrah)

Like, get that, grrah, get that ****

Yo, DD, get that **** (OY, OY) (grrah)

Os up, never Gz, you heard? (grrah)

Lil' thottie, she keepin' my music