[Verse 1: FREDOBAGZ]
We be stretching n***as, I ain't that n***a that's gon' fight
I'm a stepper, n***a, I ain't the type of n***a to type
Military issue, Russian K came with a knife
Bitch, I'm with the reper, [?] them chains, want your life
I ain't worried 'bout a soul, bitch, I keep that chop close
You driving in traffic, you gon' see me pop though
Wait for him at the crib, we finna get him Pop Smoked
BSK chopper gang, but we still let them Glocks go
I just laugh at n***as when they say that they ain't heard of me
Them 556's hit him in his bitch ass [?]
Touch a hair up on my head, I bet [?] go on a murder spree
Gotta make it back to baby [?] can't let no n***a murder me
So I got two Glocks, a fully and a K with me
A n***a play with me, he must not want [?]
I'm tryna have some fun, put double D's and a beam up on the [?]
We hit they block, they laying down white sheets and putting up yellow tape

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
We gon' yellow tape n***as
Put your brodie in this wood, wake and bake n***as
I'm strictly only brothers, I don't fuck with fake n***as
Come and pull up on this block, that's some shit you can't, n***a
Press a n***a 'bout that shit, ad him like I ain't [?]
He was talking out his neck, that's how that boy became a victim
Told her I can make her cum, all I need is 8 minutes
Yeah that pull out game weak, hit my bitch and came in it
Pop a perc, nother perc, damn it got my brain trippin
Brodie came bust down, we don't do the planes, n***a
We don't do the catching feelings, we be catching plays, n***a
Everytime a n***a die, them n***as said the gang did it
Heard them boys ain't getting money, how the fuck is they living?
Yeah I been overseas, but never been afraid, n***a
Touch my chain, yeah you high, must be outer space, n***a
Big [?] on my waist, never run a [?] with him
On the gang, n***a