[Intro: RiskTakerLeek]
(Dreadhead cut a fool on this one)
Grrah
Gang
Gang
(It's Fresh808Gang)

[Chorus: RiskTakerLeek]
Bro in the kitchen, he whippin' it up
You see 700, boy, you better duck
Why? 'Cause them n***as shootin' shit up
Grrah, them n***as don't give a fuck
Shots to his stomach, it come out his spine
He not a gangster, he droppin' them dimes
Gang, that n***a pussy, one time
That ho in love, I only fuck one time

[Verse 1: RiskTakerLeek]
Backwood full of dead opps
They don't ride over here, that's a headshot
Dickies suit and some Reeboks
I'll beat out the pack 'fore I punch a clock
We drop your ass any time of the year, it ain't evеn gotta be hot
Shoutout big bruh, he beat up thе pot
In traffic with shank, he beat up the block
When we pull up, we ain't tryna box
We tryna pull up with choppers and Glocks
We aim 'em at you, we don't aim at your spot
Fuck it, I'll turn off that K, set up shop
She pop her a Perky and eat up the cock
We catch him in traffic, it's shots in his car
Try to get away, but he won't make it far (Dreadhead cut a fool on this one)
We tryna put us a bitch in the stars
[Chorus: RiskTakerLeek]
Bro in the kitchen, he whippin' it up
You see 700, boy, you better duck
Why? 'Cause them n***as shootin' shit up
Grrah, them n***as don't give a fuck
Shots to his stomach, it come out his spine
He not a gangster, he droppin' them dimes
Gang, that n***a pussy, one time
That ho in love, I only fuck one time

[Verse 2: Big Yavo]
Ayy, some n***as just rap, but I'm really like that
You sayin' you trap, so bitch, where your ice at?
N***as be dissin', but I never type back
Just try me in person, put your ass where a kite at
I'm just ready to bump, so I don't wear tight shit
Light could be on or off, still gon' see this ice hit
I'm havin' too much money, you can't do it like this
All of my Glocks be freaky, you can tell 'cause they like dick (It's Fresh808Gang)
Got a P for thirteen and I sold it for twenty-six
Turn Odell Beckham to Saquon Barkley
I'm smokin' Cookie like Bob Marley
Bitch, this Chrome Hearts, not Ed Hardy
Don't reach for my chain, got my Glock in the party
White bitch in the Sprinter and she goin' gnarly
White bitch in the Sprinter and she goin' crazy
And you won't see me out unless somebody pay me
Sippin' on Wock', shit got me lazy
Can't lie, that lil' ho played me
Know that bitch wish she ain't play me
She wanna fuck me to this day
I ain't gon' lie, my money crazy
I got a hundred in my savings
Stack this shit up for my babies
I'm booked up, come get you a date (Dreadhead cut a fool on this one)
Come get you a date
[Chorus: RiskTakerLeek]
Bro in the kitchen, he whippin' it up
You see 700, boy, you better duck
Why? 'Cause them n***as shootin' shit up
Grrah, them n***as don't give a fuck
Shots to his stomach, it come out his spine
He not a gangster, he droppin' them dimes
Gang, that n***a pussy, one time
That ho in love, I only fuck one time

[Outro]
(It's Fresh808Gang)