[Intro: Burna Bandz]
S.O.S, Wass gang

[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
Glock thirty wit' the double stack clip
He don't want it wit' my team yeah we get active
Fifty on my wrist, fifty in my glizz'
Pop a perc I might take a trip
He ain't gon' make the medic when we hit him up
It's D.O.A four clips we finna make a cinema
Lotta shooters in the cut he can never make the cut
Yeah my n***as in the field, no down set hut
Hunnid plus I ran it up
Real rap can't make this up

[Verse 1: GD]
It's that real life shit man I couldn't make it up
Crodie caught him while he sleepin'
Friends couldn't wake him up
We really on n***as blocks
And n***as birds thеy gon' duck
You don't wanna see my lil' crodie Burna in the cut
'Cause hе gon' slide like a puck
Bang it right and hit him up
Big body no truck we slide again like twenty-one
Ballin' like twenty-three give my last to crodies
Glizzy got a fifty it's just called a thirty
Lame n***as wanna bang these n***as learnin'
Like when the stove top hot leave it burnin'
Headshot, yo' face open like curtain
These n***as don't want no smoke they allergic
[?] gettin' cancer fool
Fifth roarin' like a lion bullets prance at you
Every n***a in the cut up a pack or two
Bitch, we'll pack a two
Neck like a strip club diamonds, yeah they dance wit' you
[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
Glock thirty wit' the double stack clip
He don't want it wit' my team yeah we get active
Fifty on my wrist, fifty in my glizz'
Pop a perc I might take a trip
He ain't gon' make the medic when we hit him up
It's D.O.A four clips we finna make a cinema
Lotta shooters in the cut he can never make the cut
Yeah my n***as in the field, no down set hut
Hunnid plus I ran it up
Real rap can't make this up

[Verse 2: Burna Bandz]
Forty-one on my wrist
Forty-five on my hip
Chase a sack like a blitz
Cartier frames yeah that a couple bands for the tints
Yeah I came up off a brick
And I ain't fell off ever since
Glizzy auto when it spins
Yeah we jumpin' out the whip
Bullets got no names on 'em
So you better grab yo' kids
Lose yo' life in just a blink
Diamonds bussin' make them squint
N***as givin' feds hints
Money on yo' head
Slide on you and cro gon' spilt the hit
I keep the killers 'round me
So you know n***a I never worry
Number thirty home just came to a brand new Jeep
Like who the fuck got these n***as gassed up like Kirby
Watch his soul leave his body fly away like a birdy
Ice on me just like a slurpee
That's why your bitch wanna slurp me
Lost my n***as and it hurt me
Two-time gang and you know bro steady lurkin'
Two-time gotta hold this thirty
Bullets make him do a burpee
Bullets hot a n***a jerky
[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
Glock thirty wit' the double stack clip
He don't want it wit' my team yeah we get active
Fifty on my wrist, fifty in my glizz'
Pop a perc I might take a trip
He ain't gon' make the medic when we hit him up
It's D.O.A four clips we finna make a cinema
Lotta shooters in the cut he can never make the cut
Yeah my n***as in the field, no down set hut
Hunnid plus I ran it up
Real rap can't make this up