[Intro]
Brrt
(La música de Harry Fraud)

[Verse 1]
Ayo, ran up in the spot, twin Glocks (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
John Gotti mask on, Matty Boy checker bars on the body bag (Ah)
Strawberry SS, gauge on the backseat, lord (Skrrt)
Chrome tops had 'em runnin’ like a track meet (Ah)
Willie crop top, you see the Desert in the Prada pants
Chopper hit three bystanders, shit out of hand (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

[Interlude]
(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)
Ayo

[Verse 2]
Baby TEC in one hand (Brrt), hanger in the other hand (Whip)
Had to start whippin' up just to go to SummerSlam (Ah)
Penthouse in London, you can see the Buckingham
Low got a fresh tan, that n***a should've fuckin’ ran (Free Low)

[Chorus]
Allah, let my n***as (Free Sly, free Kutter, woo)
Allah, let my n***as free (Free my n***as)
I see the same thing in Him and me (Woo)
I see the same thing in Him and me
[Verse 3]
Ayo, Simone Rocha, fold-up TEC on thе Paulin sofa (Brrt)
My whole style doper (Woop)
Green dot comin' from thе Rover, where your brains? Had to hop out (Ah)
Finish the job, I'm a maniac (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Margiela numbers on the Glock, we had to scratch 'em off
I know n***as on the rec' yard reachin' for the stars

[Interlude]
This for my four-ten-o'clock-countin' n***as
Who got to run under they bum

[Chorus]
Allah, let my n***as free
Allah, let my n***as free
I see the same thing in Him and me
I see the same thing in Him and me (Woo)
I see the same thing (Same thing)

[Outro]
(Gangsta—)
The heels have eyes, the heels have eyes