[Intro: Kidd J-Roc]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, Wheezy outta here)
We ain't talkin', we just step
Heavy steppers, leave a mess
Put that boy right on a shirt
Spin his block, then spin it next

[Verse 1: Kidd J-Roc]
Caught him lackin', left him twitchin’
Hollows hit, his body glitchin’
Switches jumpin’, ain't no missin’
Kill his homie, they ain't spinnin’
Pulled up tinted, ain't no witness
Opps be hidin’
Glocky got a fifty in it
Spin his block, we made ’em feel it

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
(Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, we pop out fully loaded, fuck the jakes, they know we holdin’
N***as cappin’, ain't gon' blow it, caught him slippin’, fuck he throwin’?
Ran up on his goofy ass, he froze up, ain't know where he goin’
Fuck his set, we up the score, and if we catch him, we destroy him
(Yeah) He got hit, now he ain't breathin’
Left his brains all on the cement
Pussy niggs talk that drill shit
'Til we pull up with them demons
Turn his block into a warzone
Bitch, we pop out like we fiendin'
[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Heavy steppers, ain't no lackin’
Walk him down, that bitch collapsed
Fuck a mask, we broad day clappin'
Spin his hood, the scene get tragic
N***as know just how we steppin’
Fuck his gang, they ain't no factor
Choppa bustin’, body foldin’
Left him dead, his momma stressin’
Hop out, shoot, ain't no confessions
Blicky stretch him, Smith & Wesson
If they spin, we double back
Ain't no talkin', ain't no question

[Verse 4: EST Gee]
Fuck his homies, they some bitches
Caught that goofy, left him twitched
Seen his momma at the funeral
Said, "Fuck your son," then walked off grinnin’
N***as hidin', duckin' switches
Shit got real, now they in ditches
Fuck your gang, we leave ’em finished
Bitch, we really stand on business
AR bustin’, n***as runnin’
Hollows rip right through his stomach
Tried to reach, but he ain’t clutch it
Left him slump, his blood was gushin’
[Outro: Kidd J-Roc]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we ain't talkin', we just step
Heavy steppers, leave a mess
Put that boy right on a shirt
Spin his block, then spin it next