[Intro: PS Hitsquad]
Huh
Hitsquad, baby
Pants saggin', black-
Ease up 'til I-
Southside of the-
LS

[Verse 1: PS Hitsquad]
I'm known as a rider (Hitsquad, baby)
You can check out my CV (Oh shit)
If there's no gloves where I am, I put socks on my hands like I'm on CBeebies (Braap)
Hitsquad, baby, I ain't no baby, dumb-dumb (Baap)
I been did it on repeat (Braap)
Pull up and dump like pampers, did it at random
But it wasn't no faeces (Oh shit), I take the piss, I wee-wee
Pop like a wheelie (Oh shit), more like pop goes the weasel (Woof)
Vietnamese, that's me and my people (Vietnarm)
And it's only the brave like Diesel, what's in this diesel whip is illеgal
I see police then I'ma get rеcalled (I can't), plus the time for the shit in the vehicle (In the car)
I won't even care 'bout the time on my license (Oh shit)
Skiddin', no license, so be careful (Oh shit)
Start the whip and let's forward (Skrt)
Baby .9, it's a orphan (It's a bastard)
Bang that seven times how the Lord did (I'ma blast it), man screamed several times, I ignored him
Fuck a yellow sign, it's no warnin' (Stepper), man go steppin' night or the mornin' (Pepper)
So much times, it's slightly exhaustin' (Oh shit)
I did extra time in Air Forces (Oh shit)
I'm in the field, did it home and away (Hitsquad, baby)
Step 'round there with dottys, step with Nina and with the SK (Baap, baap)
You know I still get 'round with my blade (Yeah)
Yeah, black blade, Wesley Snipes, don't test me, I'm still makin' a grade (Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck)
Got an advance, still makin' a pay, still cock it and blast, tryna blaze 'em away (Hitsquad, baby)
[Chorus: PS Hitsquad & Lil Sykes]
This is gettin' too far, though (Oh shit)
N***as gettin' outta place 'cause they listen to 'Narm, though (Hitsquad, baby)
This is goin' too far, though (It's P)
N***as gettin' outta place 'cause they listen to Chicago (This is the key)
This is gettin' too far, though (Who want the smoke?)
N***as gettin' outta place 'cause they listenin' to Nardo (Outta control)
This is goin' too far, far
This is goin' too far

[Verse 2: Lil Sykes & PS Hitsquad]
Like HS, all the HOs riders (Hop Out)
There was times that we even went on toe
Used to be Peck's vs Brix' in pre-school, now I'm with PS and it ain't a games console (Yeah, yeah)
They been waitin' for this link for a while 'cause we both rap good and we're on go
Dipped up a opp and he screamed for mercy, this little prick, man he just want convo
This drill ting's dead, man it's gettin' appallin' ('Pallin')
It's only few of us left that's bangers, rest of the net doin' hella name callin'
Can't let the Feds get none of my friends 'cah the opps are safe and the crime rate's fallin' (Droppin')
You don't wanna see the Hop Out's brawlin' (Hop Out)
Bigger threat than global warmin', leave you on the news this mornin' (Baow, what's good?)
Anytime I'm there and I'm mashin' a works, don't need no liquor, don't need no percs
Know what time when the handbrake jerks, anytime it buss, yeah my hands stay firm
OGs washed and the young Gs lie (Washed)
All I know is bare of them pussies been touched on the opp block, American Pie (Movie)
I was really outside tryna drench it, made man swim like The Life of Pi
And the shawtys 'ready know I'm separate, rappers don't drill and they wonder why
I'll slide for bro, I'll slide for slime (That's bro)
And I'm with Sykes, psycho (It's us)
I came outta the pen' like a Biró
Hop out, let that sing, Jhené Aiko (Baow)
Me and P' do it like Jake and Milo (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: PS Hitsquad & Lil Sykes]
This is gettin' too far, though (Oh shit)
N***as gettin' outta place 'cause they listen to 'Narm, though (Hitsquad, baby)
This is goin' too far, though (It's P)
N***as gettin' outta place 'cause they listen to Chicago (This is the key)
This is gettin' too far, though (Who want the smoke?)
N***as gettin' outta place 'cause they listenin' to Nardo (Outta control)
This is goin' too far, far
This is goin' too far