[Intro]
(Lil Polo Jr. on the beat, n***a, you know how we rockin’)
Ayy, Trigga, what you on, n***a?
Gimme a body count
What you on, n***a? (Posted up, back when I was servin’ them bricks), hah
Ayy, it's Polo (I ain't on nothin')
Same shit, different day, gang shit

[Chorus]
Murder squad, we be drillin’ shit (Drillin’)
Load the chop, now we spinnin’ shit (Spinnin’)
N***a talk tough, now he missin’ quick
Hollow tips fuck up his ligaments
Tell me how you really want this shit
Draco, Glock, extendo clips
Ain't no cap, we don’t do pretend
Run up on us, we gon' spin again (Baow)
Fuck n***a screamin’, his chest hit (Boom-boom)
Ain't no survivin’, we stretch shit (Bow)
Bodies keep droppin', no exit (Bow)
Shooters pop out, ain't no question

[Verse]
Pussy n***a, you ain’t on shit (Nah)
Walk down, hit 'em up quick (Grrah)
Switchy go brrrt, now he stiff (Damn)
Ain’t no revivin’ that bitch (Nah)
Fuck his mama, she cryin' and shit (Fuck her)
Light up the block with this fire, lil' bitch (Yeah)
Hundred rounds jump out the K, I don't miss (Nah)
Bitch, I been slidin' since way back in ‘12 (N***a)
Ayy, who want the smoke? (Who?)
We turn his ass to a ghost (Ghost)
He tried to run, caught one to the throat (Boom)
Brains on the curb, that's murder he wrote (Yeah)
I keep a pole, I keep a switch (Grrt)
Fuck all the talkin’, we get n***as hit (Baow)
Ain't no remorse, I ain't feelin' no shit
Fuck all them opps, they got put in a ditch
[Chorus]
Murder squad, we just drillin’ shit (Drillin’)
Load the chop, now we spinnin’ shit (Spinnin’)
N***a talk tough, now he missin’ quick
Hollow tips fuck up his ligaments
Tell me how you really want this shit
Draco, Glock, extendo clips
Ain't no cap, we don’t do pretend
Run up on us, we gon' spin again (Baow)
Fuck n***a screamin’, his chest hit (Boom-boom)
Ain't no survivin’, we stretch shit (Bow)
Bodies keep droppin', no exit (Bow)
Shooters pop out, ain't no question

[Outro]
(What you on, n***a?) Yeah, huh (We gon’ spin again)
You know what it is, Eastside, red zone, bitch (Shooters pop out, ain't no question)
Ain’t no talkin’, we put hollows in faces, who next today?
Fuck n***a, you know how we rock, gang shit
Murder squad, big steppin’ shit, yeah, hah
Smokin’ opps on some reckless shit
Yeah, you know what it is, free all the real ones, fuck all the feds