[Intro: Curly Savv & Rah Swish]
Uh
Like, "Are you dumb, dickhead?" hahaha
Glizzy on me like, gimme the green light
9 shots in the Ruger, I step on the court, they like, "Watch the shooter"
Boom, boom, pussy

[Chorus: Curly Savv]
We spin up on 'em ([?]), .50's in them drums (.50's)
Put a beam on top o' my stick 'cause I know them blixkys run (I got him)
Bitch, I'm EBK (K), bitch, I'm GDK (Grrt)
Fuck around and shoot this bitch up 'til my glizzy break (Ha)
You cannot hideout, uh (Nah), we blow your mind out, uh
Pass me Glocky, I'm finna slide out, uh (Glizzy, glizzy)
These n***as died out, boy, you get hit with a rainout
Oh, let me find out, we finna ride out

[Verse 1: Rah Swish]
Enough of the games, I came here to talk, at first it was only a warmup
All of they shooters got put in a casket, I wonder who n***as gon' call up
And if they alive and they twirlin', they lucky 'cause most o' them n***as got scorched up (Ha)
Club, Garvey, first time shots out the car, next time gon' be walk-ups
I'm really confused, like what you gon' do for your bitch, she was just gettin' stabbed up
Finna get back for your mans, he been gone for 8 years, I swear it don't add up
Bodies droppin' all the time and they come from they side, them n***as got bad luck
Send a K [?] see all them rats, they better get packed up (I got 'em)
Whole gang on court, do what we want, don't give a fuck what a coach say
Don't have me turn it to Coach Day, get lit up like it was your birthday
Pull up to SG, then go link the stars, I'm really official, don't do the fakin'
All of these [?] got me hallucinating
[Verse 2: Curly Savv]
I be that n***a, you know me already, get plenty of fetti I'd love to see Getti
Fuckin' with us, pussy, you gon' regret it, we back the shiggies and then we gon' wet 'em
So many opps, I just can't remember, we knockin' off whoever you signin'
The clip like movie, this shit never endin', fuck up the scene and clear up the section
Fuck all that talkin', you know we on court and y'all n***as really just came off the porch
You never swish shit, the fuck is you lyin', lil' n***a, you ain't hit a score
Back to back we comin' it for it all, y'all better go stack it up for some more
I do not fuck with you, n***as, so, please, is best to keep my name out o' your mouth

[Verse 3: Rah Swish]
I cannot beef with no n***as that ain't gettin' money, plus half of the ran from us
Play home attendant, then get in the crib, back out and go piss on his grandmother
[?] clip, look like a pickle, I shoot at the car til' the door break
Early mornin', park up on lil' [?], catch him, we makin' a court date
N***as ain't hot and they know where we at, they broke, so they cannot get here
Told [?] I already been there
Them n***as wasn't on shit there
Hop out the V, then I wet him up, look like he puttin' on swimwear
Cap him like I'm gettin' bitch here
Shoot up the crib if he live there

[Chorus: Curly Savv]
We spin up on 'em (Spin up, spin up), .50's in them drums (.50's)
Put a beam on top o' my stick 'cause I know them blixkys run
Bitch, I'm EBK (K), bitch, I'm GDK (Grrt)
Fuck around and shoot this bitch up till my glizzy break
You cannot hideout, uh (Nah), we blow your mind out, uh
Pass me Glocky, I'm finna slide out, uh (Glizzy, glizzy)
These n***as doubt out, boy, you get hit with a rainout
Oh, let me find out, we finna rot out