[Intro: Fredo Bang]
(Ay Southside, you ran off with this one)
Ayy, 808 Mafia
This that shit gon’ get a n***a hit, huh?
This that shit gon’ make a opp flip, huh?
Spin the block, broad day, let it rip, huh?

[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
I don’t wanna talk, fuck a n***a, he a bitch (Fuck that n***a)
They ain't help me when I was down, now they all up on my dick (Man, get off my dick)
Masked up, .223s in the whip, slide quick (Brrt)
N***a talkin’ out his neck, left his brains on the strip (Boom boom)
I ain't never trust a soul, my own blood did me wrong (Fuck ‘em)
I ain't never left the Glock, bet this bitch gon’ send ‘em home (Bop bop)
Hunnid rounds up in the K, bitch I’m ready for the smoke
Told my n***a’ grab the chopper, let it sing, let it blow (Bop bop)
I don't need no new n***as, all my day ones tryna kill (Kill ‘em)
N***as snitchin’ on thеy homies just to get a bettеr deal (Rat)
Keep a fully automatic, hollow tips gon’ make ‘em squeal (Boom boom)
Told my bitch to hold the work, if the feds come, keep it sealed (Shh)

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
Even though I signed a deal, bitch, I still be in the trenches (Still here)
Too much smoke, I can’t leave the Glock, that bitch stay in my britches (Brrt)
N***as talkin’ like they gangsta till we pull up with them switches (Blrrr)
All that cappin’ on the ‘Gram, now he layin’ with the fishes (Drown)
I can’t trust no n***a, nah, I put that on my mama (Nah)
Say it’s up, then bitch, it’s up, we bring them choppas out like drama (Brrt)
I got racks up in my jeans, but I still spin like Osama (Spin)
If he talkin’ crazy, send his ass straight to the doctor (Boom)
[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty]
Ayy, bluurd, I'm in that Hellcat, swervin’ through the lanes (Skrrt)
N***as play, we drop a body, then we slide off in the rain (Brrt)
Ain't no love up in my city, all these n***as want some fame (Facts)
We gon’ catch ‘em, stretch ‘em out, put that pussy on a chain (Pussy)
My lil' homie caught a body, now he screamin' free the gang (Free ‘em)
N***as know just how we rockin’, if it’s smoke, we let it bang (Boom boom)
50 shots up out the MAC, hit his stomach, made him fold (Blrrt)
Told that n***a play it smart, but now his body turnin’ cold (Ha)
Blurred, Bitch, I’m certified, these rap n***as sweet like candy (Pussy)
He was dissin’ on my dawg, now his face up on a banner (Ha ha)
We ain’t arguin’ with no n***a, we just pull up with them blammers (Brrt)
Bitch, my Glock stay with a dick, and I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no grammar (Boom)

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
Even though I signed a deal, bitch, I still be in the trenches (Still here)
Too much smoke, I can’t leave the Glock, that bitch stay in my britches (Brrt)
N***as talkin’ like they gangsta till we pull up with them switches (Blrrr)
All that cappin’ on the ‘Gram, now he layin’ with the fishes (Drown)
I can’t trust no n***a, nah, I put that on my mama (Nah)
Say it’s up, then bitch, it’s up, we bring them choppas out like drama (Brrt)
I got racks up in my jeans, but I still spin like Osama (Spin)
If he talkin’ crazy, send his ass straight to the doctor (Boom)

[Verse 3: EST Gee]
Ayy, 100 racks up in my pocket, still'll bust a n***a dome (Boom)
Say my n***a’ on that mission, best believe he make it home (Facts)
Gave that boy a hundred shots, now that lil’ n***a a clone (Cloned ‘em)
Bitch, I made it out the trenches, but my heart still made of stone (Real)
Ayy, these diamonds on my neck, they still remind me of my past (Yeah)
I done lost so many n***as, I can't help but want to crash (Spin)
N***as see me in my bag, now these n***as wanna hate (Hatin’)
I can get a n***a dropped before I finish up my plate (Bop bop)
Yeah, that Draco hold a hundred, let that motherfucker spray (Boom)
I got shooters in the cut, and they don't even wanna wait (Nah)
If we catch him out in traffic, let that FN eat his face (Brrt)
Bitch, you talkin’ like you with it, we gon’ send you to them gates (Ha ha)
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
Even though I signed a deal, bitch, I still be in the trenches (Still here)
Too much smoke, I can’t leave the Glock, that bitch stay in my britches (Brrt)
N***as talkin’ like they gangsta till we pull up with them switches (Blrrr)
All that cappin’ on the ‘Gram, now he layin’ with the fishes (Drown)
I can’t trust no n***a, nah, I put that on my mama (Nah)
Say it’s up, then bitch, it’s up, we bring them choppas out like drama (Brrt)
I got racks up in my jeans, but I still spin like Osama (Spin)
If he talkin’ crazy, send his ass straight to the doctor (Boom)

[Outro: Fredo Bang]
Yeah, bitch, we really steppin'
Ain't no talkin', we just pressin'
Say you with it? Why you stressin'?
Drop a bag and let ‘em stretch ‘em (Boom)
Blood in the streets, n***a, we ain't never lackin’
Catch ‘em out in traffic, bet that Draco get to clappin' (Boom boom)