[Intro: Tucker Hundredz]
They both gettin' shot in they face
N***as ain't duckin' no smoke, just duckin' these cases
([?])

[Verse 1: Tucker Hundredz]
Mama said, "Boy, you ain't average, somethin' close to a G.O.A.T."
N***as hatin' on the low, so I keep a .40 real close
Get shot if you throw up the Choo
Kemo wit' me, that's the Loc

[Verse 2: Kemo Givenchy]
Seventeen shots I'ma throw
I see a Trey, I'ma toast
I see a opp, do the most
Hop Out Gang, get up close

[Verse 3: Tucker Hundredz]
Like, broad day we get to clickin'
See six, get to driftin'
[?], then I miss 'em
Windows down when I'm spinnin'
CoachDaGhost out the Civic (Shine)
Oh, shit, Kemo clicked it
Hollows rippin' through his fitted
Face down, left him twitchin'
Please do not lack if you dissin'
[Verse 4: Raccz]
Fuck the [?], keep you distance
Off a 30 I be trippin'
I ain't wit' the politickin'
Up it on you in a minute
If you ever try to fidget
Baby 9, it's like a midget
White bitch named Bridget
And she love the way I grip it
Bust a nut, then dismiss it
Run up on, he better click it
In this shit, it ain't no feelings
Said she love me when I'm in it
Two twins, I'ma split it

[Verse 5: Tucker Hundredz]
Came through, I'm assistin'
Tucker Hundredz, biggest gremlin
Her face down when I drill it
Face up when she lick it
Balls and all, she kinda different

[Verse 6: Quelly Woo]
Like, wait
Stop the talkin', get to lickin', like
Stop callin', your bitch missin', like, gllah
Pop the Addy, I hope that it bust
I see a Choo and you know that it's up
Call up Raccz, he get to the bucks
I'm with Tuck', that n***a too clutch
Call up Kemo, know he don't bluff
Up the G, then I finger-fuck
Whe-Where is Lu? That n***a dust
[?] Heaven, that n***a got rushed
Smokin' Nick, I'm higher than NASA
Lu died, it fill me with laughter
Word to Allah, I'm prayin' that I catch one
Back out, I get sturdy wit' that handgun
She get flirty but she got a man
I told her, "Shake it on me, bust a dance"
She like, "Damn, what's that in your pants?”
I call up Tuck', he shoot like Cam Re-Reddish
Cuz get green, no lettuce, like
Spinnin' with Raccz, we like CP and Devin
Passin' the rocket, you know we gon' get him
[Verse 7: Tucker Hundredz, Raccz, Kemo Givenchy]
Can't bench him
Spinnin' with 30 but no, I'm not Stephen
Heart shot, 'bout to call him Kevin
It's comedy when n***as bend
We [?] what we [?]
They all in the air, you can't catch 'em
Dead on the street where we left 'em
We steppin', I catch you, you meetin' your endin'
Benched him, expression, you should've seen his expression
When we catch him, he better pray to the reverend
'Cause up to the moon, we sendin'
And all of the stars we restin', grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah