[Intro: Kemo Givenchy & Raccz]
Rrah-rrah-rrah
Rrah-rrah-rrah ([?])
Ayo, bitch
Rrah-rrah (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Rrah-rrah-rrah

[Verse 1: Raccz, Jugger, & Kemo Givenchy]
Clickin' on him till it break
For the bread I'm never late
100z put you in ya' place
.40 boomin' in his face
Swervin' giffy, state to state
Fuck a bid, I do the race
Why they talkin' on the gang?
Like we don't really put in pain
Like we don't really let it bang
All these oppa n***as lame
Like, n***as better tuck they chain
N***as better duck they brain
'Cause Tucker aimin' for they frame
I'm wit' the 100 Clocc mobsters
No, we don't play with our roster
You could get shot for impostin'
Speakin' on T, I'ma pop it
Big .40, I'ma knock it
Shit hangin' out thе pocket
See a dizzy, I'ma flock it
I ain't got no other option
[Verse 2: Tucker Hundredz]
When I click it, I ain't stoppin'
Lost cro, I'm feelin' diffеrent
When I click it, I ain't missin'
Chase Down Gang like Taken
Liam Neeson when I'm sprayin'
RPG like Stockton
Since the Kemo tell him, "Pop"
And I ain't into all the friends
Plus, y'all speakin' on my deads
So fuck, yeah, that n***a gone
And [?] cannot respond
And God took Nick on a tour
Y'all don't want this kinda war (At all)
4.5th beat like a speaker
Hollow hit him out his sneaker
I play the back 'cause I'm a creeper
Cloccy wit' me, that's the 'ripper
Fuck you talkin' 'bout a sweeper?
We keep mops for the cleanin'
Hollow hit him in his temple
He tried to run, this not a game
Took a hollow to the brain

[Verse 3: BlackCard Suave & Duppy Woo]
Lu was shakin' and I seen it
Swear to God, I'm a demon
See a oppa, know I'm fiendin'
Creepin' for weeks, I ain't sleepin'
Swear to God, yeah, I'm fiendin'
I been itchin' for a reason
30 on me, I'ma squeeze it
Pop a 30, now I'm leanin'
All the pain, yeah, I seen it
Shit I seen, you won't believe it
How you goin' out for treason?
On the gang, that's insane (Pussy)
You a lame, you can't hang
It's a shame you around just for fame
[Verse 4: Tucker Hundredz]
And you was never on a thing
And stop rappin' on 'em lives
I swear to God, I'm gettin' tired
In this party wit' the Glock
Give him six-three if he flock
I ain't Tyson, I ain't boxin'
Rush me, I'ma knock ya'
Feel like Kobe, I'm a G.O.A.T
G24 give me hope
Laser on, don't need a scope
G-Lock got him to the light
Safety first up on ya' flight
N***as know that it's on sight

[Verse 5: Raccz & Jugger]
Velly juice in my cup
.40 tucked under the gut
Choppa kick like it's soccer
Lion paw when we lock it
All I know is 100 Cloccin'
Time is money, ain't no stoppin'
Walkin' weird, I got a rocket
Amiri the jeans, Perc' in my pocket
Perc' in my pocket, right next to rocket
Ready to flock it on any oppa
They be like Jugger, “Why you on nonsense?”
'Cause when I lost 'Dott, n***a, I lost my conscience
Spin through the Garvey, you know that we shoppin'
[Bridge: Kemo Givenchy]
You know that we shoppin'
You know that we got one
You know how we spot him
Jugger flock him, grrah
Tucker got one, grrah
Raccz gon' pop him, grrah
Rrah-rrah-rrah
Hold on, huh
That's a 30, rrah
I get sturdy, rrah
She a birdie, rrah

[Verse 6: Quelly Woo]
Bad bitch, she actin' flirty
She off the D'USSÉ, look what it do to her
She got good brain, like she a tutor, or
Good brain, like she went to Princeton, wait
Too tact', dig on the jakes
Yo, Duppy, pass me the K
Like Windex, I'ma let it spray
Bad bitch on my body, she wanna play
Don't play, give me that–, wait
Don't play, back that thing
Don't play, back that–, wait
Don't play, back that ass
I know it's that time when she give me that look
TP got the wave, like I'm Captain Hook
Get the drop, flip that n***a like a book
I know I'm the one, I got 'em shook
I feel like LeBron when he was a rook
I feel like Aang, I get to airin'
I feel like Pop, spin ya' block in McLaren
Drop my Woo? I dare him, like
It get nasty
Jugger spin and he uppin' it fastly, like
He don't get no money, he a [?]
I told 'em, "TP", they too chatty, like
BNB look like a frat house, wait
I told 'em bring all the baddies, like
Yo, Tuck'
Just dump that gun, like
How many opps got bunned, like?
Bad bitch sh-sh-shakin' 'em buns
She shakin' her hips, think I'm fallin' in love, wait
She wanna fuck wit' the cuz
Feel like BlackCard 'cause I get the funds
Shorty let me blitz 'cause I made her bump, like
Lu-Lu in my junz, wait, wait
Like, Lu-Lu in my junz, like