[Intro: 99Zed & (?), Saliva Grey]
We smoking pressure
(Damn Zed, shit's fire)
Shallow Grey (yuhh), shallow Grey, shallow Grey (yuhh)
(YUHHH)

[Verse 1: 99 Zed, Saliva Grey]
A strap on my jeans, a black rag in the backseat
See, we whippin it down the street
Saliva go and roll another please

Buckin like a bitch I wanna do it for the fame
Motherfucker see me ain’t got shit to fucking say

Scale it back
Grab the strap I’m running in that bitch
Another motherfucker talking sweet I’m finna run this shit

Run that shit
Light the blunt
I pulled out my double cup
Zed and Grey, can’t be stopped
We about to double up

He had loose lips
I cracked his skull and threw him in a grave
It wasn’t 6 feet, shallow ones for those who pray
Prayin on your knees
'Bout to fear that you’ll survive
Busted up [?] so murderous, he killin for the spite

Your god doesn’t exist, when you die there will be nothing bitch
Nothing lasts forever your life is impermanent

Waste your fucking life away
Wanna be like shallow grey
Grab the shovel, watch you dig
Then cover up yo motherfucking face

Grab the sawed off
Rip his fucking face off
Warpaint, grip the fucking hatchet like I'm [?]
On my radar hates so Imma spray the fucking K uh
Pushers we back in bank
I might go insane bitch

Yeah, ‘liva coming from the motherfucking sticks boy
Why is you talking bout me?
I do not exist, boy
Got me an army we the 187 kill
Jugg the money, motherfucker wit the mask, cuz I’m ill, boy

[Verse 2: Odiato]
We count more stripes than Gucci
I fell em with that uzi
We fade em like he boosie
Don’t touch me, Goblin Ruby
Chopper sing like Toosii
Putin holes right through yo 2 seat
I ate up her coochie made her yell and shit like Luigi
I feel like Dr. Dre I'm blowing chronic with my dawgs
I run that shit like Sonic, Donkey Kong we smoking logs
She say call me slut, I'm like baby yeah of course
You want me for my bread, I just want intercourse
Grab my .40 Glock
[?] the mask pop
I play with the rock
Camo hartt yeah that’s my dawg
Like I'm Blaze I keep a rod
Hitting-and-run
Run it up, jack his son I feel like [?]
Smoking on the pressure and I’m wit my foreign shooter
Then get set up on yo block like I was a booster
Gunshots in the morning wake em up like roosters
Drive by hit yo ankles like a scooter
All these fucking racks, bitch I should work at Hooters
All these fucking rags, tell they homies pray to Buddha
Hits the blinkerton, and he walk out with the ruger
Test the God, make em freeze, I feel like Medusa
[Verse 3: Badkidmizu]
Slidin right in my city cuz I’m in that mood
99 pass me that chop- no, the tool
Cuz when I get that shit I leave his ass screwed
She said that I’m nervous but I act too rude
Damn right I'm rude, why aren't you?
[?]
Lock down, lock down, like code blue
[?] like it just got the flu
My aim is impeccable
You n***as are bitches you don’t got no testicles
All of you n***as you suck
Not talkin bout octopus tentacle
I spin yo block when I'm drunk of the pentacle
Shoot, him and him too, now I'm a criminal
He said he gon shoot me but that shit is fictional
The chop got a drum and a scope as additionals