[Verse 1: Cdot Honcho]
In a coupe with them autos in em
Each one got them hollows in em
So when I pull up on ya block and let the bitch spark
Better hope that his god be with em
My eyes low 'cause I'm smoking on kill
I ain't lacking, bet I'm gripping on steel
Plus I heard n***as plotting on me
Run up on me and his scalp getting pealt
Run up on me and them rounds getting spilled
Run up on me and his crown getting filled
Lil bro posted with the 50 shot
Catch a opp on our block and bananas getting pealt
On the real, n***as ain't on shit
Pull up, watch his wig get split
Roll a dub while I'm off this big six
Then I hit the club, prolly pay a bitch rent
But I never give a stupid bitch shit
I just give her every inch of this dick
Then I bail out, blunts get lit
Flame up, tell a bitch get lost
Said I'm throwing bullets, n***a, get Mossed
All my young n***as wild letting semis off
Take 'em down, 30 rounds that'll get 'em off
Smoke some dope out the pound then I sleep it off
[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
Yeah, Glocks with choppers we got plenty of 'em
We over east, if you want smoke, pull up on yo block and the 50 drumming
On the Essex block with a roll on me and this 4-0, come and get you something
Call lil bro, a n***a want war? Fuck the PoPo we don't give 'em nothing
Why you think I call my n***a 60 shot?
He gon' tote for me, he gon' keep 'em coming
Them No Limit boys a pull on any block
Saying "Fuck Roc", better pick a gun up
We riding 'round and we got 'em on us
Run up on you, now my n***as one up
Glock with choppers, lurking 'til the sun up
Hollows in them 50's, don't get burnt up

[Verse 3: Cdot Honcho]
And you know my n***as in them Range Roves
Sipping straight drop with them long poles
Hit the block with them Glocks cocked
Once I send shots, watch 'em lay low
Slugs all in his Kangol
Tell my young n***as get his pesos
Homies ask what happen with 'em
Say them hollows split him 'cause he ain't go
Next day, making sex tapes
While I'm with the bros at yo bitch place
Hit the bitch then forget the bitch
But I left my kids on your bitch face
Drop a n***a then I switch states
And the car stole, so we switch plates
Bezel on me, caught yo bitch face
Now she hella on me, give my dick space
[Verse 4: Lil Herb]
Look, and don't forget go cop my mixtape
I got bad hoes in another state
They don't know me but know how my dick taste
And I pray to god I never piss test 'cause I be smoking dope, pouring big 8ths
I be leaning but I ain't lacking, boy, run up on me, I'ma make this bitch quake
I like Robin Jeans, I wear Trues and Fendi
Price of Act'? I might choose the Remi
30's, 40's, we got UZIs, semis
Lots of ammo 'cause we use too many
Hollows clapping if yo goons offend me
Ain't no snitching, we a lose the witness
And all the opps got empty Glocks
Don't let em tell you that they out here 'cause them dudes pretending

[Verse 5: Cdot Honcho]
Sneak dissing, we a wet em up
Send my bitch to go and set em up
Roll up on 'em, let them Nina's bust
When them hollows hit 'em, ain't not getting up
Bitch, I'm leaning while I'm facing blunts
All my n***as wilding, filling semis up
Front his move and we gon' hit 'em up
Heard him talking shit, shoot him in his tongue
And the pack I'm smoking, it be heavy loud
Never running out, I got plenty of it
And my n***as they be hella wild, shooting hella rounds, they got plenty of 'em
Got them 30's and them 40cals
I a take 'em down and forget about 'em
Young n***as brought them drummers out
If you running up, give you 50 of 'em