[Intro: HittaJ3]
(Damn, James)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
(Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign)

[Verse 1: Hitta J3]
Whoopin’, soft white like cool whip
Shoot shit
Meet the whoops, welcome to the movement
Ayy, I done brung the roster to the ruprint
Shut your mouth, can’t do loose lips
Tryna keep up, they still losing
Down rosecrans, Hitta cruising
My lifestyle deeper than music
OTR with me going stupid
Ayy, OTR with me going stupid

[Verse 2: Lefty Gunplay]
I catch a fade with the homie going round for round
And if my homie knock me out then I’ma gun him down
Cous’ said they seen a ese jumping ‘round
Man what you know about [?]
What you know about that 6 o’clock counts, huh?
Call me [?] Lefty Gunplay and I'm 'bout mine
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it and I feel like C Murda
On the gang, on my mama, they caught me with that burner (Ayy)
[Verse 3]
My flag on the right, like Lefty, I'm 'bout gunplay
My killers trippin' from Sunday to Sunday
Bitch, wе from the Westside, all wе really know is true
I had to jump off the porch and lace my boots
Bitch, we drive foreigns and we ride old-schools
I plead the Fifth, fuck the judge, I ain't tellin' clues
It's a gangster party, black and brown, we united
Fuck the police, we run away and get excited (Ayy)

[Verse 4]
They thought we was in the cell together when we get indicted
This New Era, but this P gon' stand for pirates
It's only choppers with a drum comin' out my closet
I drip cherry, blue faces stuffed in my pockets
This four-five lettin' off, somethin' like a rocket
Gon' end up a body, they gon' cry about it
Thirty shots, ayy, keep sticks like it was hockey
They asked who did it? Shit, I don't know about it
This shit slap, heard he got your bitch head bobbin'
These done left blood on my kicks like red bottoms

[Verse 5]
Gave my life before I give my soul
I make love to the block, I can't fuck you hoes
Blow racks, fuck bands, understand I'm on
It's that P-I-S-O and you E-V-O
I parole from the back and I call my dogs
Get right, Glock 9 so I feel at home
Same night it's on sight, I'ma let that blow
I take flight like the fresh pair of Nikes I own
Bitch, I'm steppin', ho, it's Southside reppin'
Don't be that lame on the 'Gram who just lost his necklace
[Outro: Matt Gutman]
Tonight, new security camera footage capturing this female LA County sheriff's deputy shot through the jaw, but tending to her partner, himself shot in the forehead, protecting her by placing him behind that pillar, and radioing for help
(Damn, James)
(Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign)