[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Free Stone, n***a, RIP Dots, n***a, RIP Diddy
Huh, hey

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands & G.T.]
Still snatchin' n***as' glasses like it's '09
Hop out with that chopper while the car movin', let it ghost ride
BandGang, ShredGang, really mob tied
We catch you in the field, boy, you better have your shoes tied
Still the most dangerous gang on the Westside
Hope your mama got some money, lil' n***a, for your suit and tie
My felon tell me calm down, I'ma bless guy
These n***as really broke, they be hustlin' for they next high (For real)
Thеse n***as watch too many movies, all them drivе-bys
These pussy-ass n***as really think they got nine lives
Send you straight to Allah like it's Ramadan
The opps say check the score, but they down a dime
I've been calculated, pimpin' all these motherfuckin' valley bitches
I done switched positions, used to be a worker, now I'm the boss, n***a
Them streets whisper, you pillow talkin' through these freak bitches
I'm a musician, but don't think I won't have your screws missing (Boy)
Street politician, n***a, in my hood, I'm like Bill Clinton (I'm like Bill Clinton, n***a)
Abraham Lincoln
Was on that road for three months, we damn near blew the transmission
Who the fuck said we stopped scammin'? The greatest shit in tradition (Ayy, yeah)
[Verse 2: G.T.]
Before I ever wrote a rap tune, I was in the crack spot
Crack fumes, I was in the blow spot, mag spoons
Lonnie pimpin' hoes, they better bring it back to 'em
Before we take off, triple ceiling with the vacuum (We up)
Pooty the CEO (For real), me and Lonnie the GOAT (For real)
Can't forget about Paid Will, we get it in for real
Shoutout my n***a Biggs (What up?), we known to do it big (For real)
If you need me, I'm on the East movin' splits and bigs
Hard work pays off, we bang work (Yeah)
In the spot, got my Dickies in some hard-ass work (We on)
Lil' cuz, he be done got a roll, now he sell Percs
You can give me thirty-eight if you want a white shirt
Thirty for the plain jane and you know my neck twerk
N***a, we ain't playin' games, you can check the net worth
5K for a P, want the same for a verse (Yeah)
N***a kept playin' games, left his mans in a hearse (Bah)

[Verse 3: BandGang Paid Will]
Either way, you know we goin' to the top
When they call with a drop, you know I'm goin' with the chop
Been in my bag for a while, they sick I never punched a clock (Yeah)
They say Paid fucked up, but I just bust a watch
In the state or out of state, can pull a hundred out the trap (Shh)
My mama seen the Drac' clip, said, "Why you ridin' with all that?" (Shh)
I be really in the streets, that's probably why I don't rap
They probably thought it was a game until dog got whacked (Dog got whacked, n***a)
Tell us where, I bet we up the score (Bet)
I can call a blitz all the way from Mexico
Start with twenty, it ain't shit to send a hundred more
This from across the border, yeah, this shit fresh off the boat
BandGang, knew my brothers like my mama kids (BandGang)
Put 'em out shootin' before I find out what the problem is (BandGang)
ShredGang, them my brothers, know what time it is (ShredGang)
I ain't gotta say a word for 'em to pop your head, n***a