S.O.S, Wass gang
Glock thirty wit' the double stack clip
He don't want it wit' my team yeah we get hectic
Fifty on my wrist, fifty in my glizz'
Pop a perc I might take a trip
He ain't gon' make the medic when we hit him up
It's D.O.A four clips we finna make a cinema
Lotta shooters in the cut he can never make the cut
Yeah my n***as in the field, no down set
Hunnid plus I ran it up
Real rap can't make this up
It's that real life sh*t man I couldn't make it up
Crodie caught him while he sleepin'
Friends couldn't wake him up
We really on n***as blocks
And n***as birds thеy gon' duck
You don't wanna see my lil' crodie Burna in the cut
'Cause hе gon' slide like a puck
Bang it right and hit him up
Big body no truck we slide again like twenty-one
Ballin' like twenty-three give my last to crodies
Glizzy got a fifty it's just called a thirty
Lame n***as wanna bang these n***as learnin'
Like when the stove top hot leave it burnin'
Headshot, yo' face open like curtain
These n***as don't want no smoke they allergic
gettin' cancer fool
Fifth roarin' like a lion bullets prance at you
Every n***a in the cut up a pack or two
b*t*h, we'll pack a two
Neck like a strip club diamonds, yeah they dance wit' you