[Intro]
(Shoutout to KP for that beat)
(Ayy, Rashon, this bitch go crazy)
Bah, bah, bah
Yeah, uh
What you on Four?
Free DDawg
Huh

[Verse 1]
Live or be killed, in other words, kill or get stepped on (Stepped on)
You thinkin' that's gon' help, get you a Teflon
Watch how you get your chest blown
Face knocked off, identified hours later, n***a
Crated to the [?], n***a
Let's see if God gon' save you, n***a
I don’t beef, taught to erase a n***a (Erase a n***a)
Soon as we whipped down, he tried to run, hop out and chase a n***a (Tryna chase a n***a)
Ever since a baby, pistol packing tryna face a n***a (Tryna bang)
Used to conceal it, now I show my ratchet every time I take a picture
Ridin' 'round with my brothers, steady thuggin', tryna shake the system
Muggin' lead to bussin', we zipped the whole clique wit' all these pistols
Two guns, that death for life
You wrong or right, then make it right, to zip 'em
We gon' peel his shit tonight, bang with my knife
That's on Lil Jordan, long live em, we ain't cut the same
[Chorus]
These n***as ain't on nothing, we gon' load up
We be spinnin' through the night with pipes to knock his block down
We heard these n***as had told somethin', like who know somethin'?
'Cause we gon' hunt him down and leave him dead in the town

[Verse 2]
N***a, check out how my wrist rock (Wrist rock), I got a big Glock
We ain't worried about no opps (Worried about no opps, n***a), n***a, that's what this stick for
Dead bodies right on my block (On my block), we get you hit up
You 4KTrey, we kill for you (We kill), she ain't gangster, still ain't doing shit for her (Not shit)
Got four lil' boys, I live for them (I live for them)
Grandma, I live for her
Northside 38 (Huh), that's 4KTrey, leave five stretched out on Chippewa (Blatt, blatt, bah, bah)
I'm a demon baby, wit' them sticks, go crazy, just like ChoppaBoy
I ain't playing crazy, I got too much money and too many cars
I can't wreck the foreign, I'm on too many bars, yeah
Can't go out sad just like them other boys
Put that 30 on your ass and who else in the car
Catch bodies, fuck society, we the murder squad

[Chorus]
These n***as ain't on nothing, we gon' load up
We be spinnin' through the night with pipes to knock his block down (His block down)
We heard these n***as had told somethin' (Huh?), like who know somethin'?
'Cause we gon' hunt him down and leave him dead in the town