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[Verse 1: Smokingskul & OsamaSon]
Damn, I got that chicken, Gus Fring
I don't use a bat, n*gga, I ain't Steve
How you a shooter on Elden Ring?
Chop gon' sing
What you gon' do like King
He think he fly, n*gga, then we shoot his wings
I feel like Lil Wayne wit' the bling bling (What?)
Told my bro "open the backdoor," yuh
Knock off his lid, why you cap for, yuh
I keep a Jake like the raptor, yuh
n*ggas be cappin, they actors, yuh (You not gang)
I'm finna blick, but I ain't gon' tang
She gon' blow like Big Bang
I'm gon skrt off in the 'Stang
You want the (N)ine or you want the 'Lang? (Go)

[Verse 2: OsamaSon & 1oneam]
You want the nod, or you want the nic?
I got ten freak hoes tryna eat di*k
I up the Glock, better not flinch
Cause this b*tch got a glitch
I'm in a Nascar, tryna get lit
Damn, I almost flipped that whip
I told twinem "we finna get rich"
I told Uno "go add a nеw clip"
Finna go walk down on a n*gga block like "this my block now," yeah
Up this b*tch, how the Glock sound
7.62, n*gga nеver seen a trap round
I can make your whole gang groovy, in this b*tch tryna shoot a movie
Fan ass hoe let me sign her boobies
I can't lose, get hit with a two piece (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: 1oneam & Okaymar]
I see the feds, n*gga I book it, yuh
That's your pack, we took it, yuh
I'm the vet, you rookie, yuh
That boy rat, want a cookie, ha
Yeah, I'm sippin' on muddy, yuh
I want the cheese, want the money (Money)
Cut that b*tch, she acting funny (Yuh)
b*tch throw it back, like wow (Wow)
n*ggas, they copy the style
n*ggas, they pockets is foul, ay
Juggin' sh*t like ha
Juggin sh*t like what? (What?)
Gas pen light up (Ha)
Smoke gas light up (Yuh)
Talk wild, fyed up (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 4: Okaymar]
I'm off that mud
She wanna f*ck, stupid lil b*tch can't get a buck
I'm off the gas, boy I'm high as f*ck
Caught him at the drive-thru, he f*cked
Glock on my hip and it's stuck
With the gang, b*tch we goin' up
Goin' up, b*tch I'm gettin' bread
She want me cuff but that sh*t dead (It's dead)
Ride around with one in the head
I slide on that b*tch like a sled
Big chops, watch where you tread
I mix the yellow with the red
With yo' b*tch f*ckin' in yo' bed
These boys on the 'gram, act like feds
See 12, then I jump the fence
Glock on me, keep it for defense
Said I'm broke, b*tch make no sense
Said I'm broke, b*tch, are you dumb?
Pockets fat, b*tch, like a thumb
That hoe finna give me gum
b*tch I'm him, b*tch I'm the one
Glock on my hip, I don't do no link chain
[Verse 5: ohsxnta]
Yuh, Glock on me, no fighting
Diamonds biting like Mike Tyson
Boy, I think my swag a virus
She wan' f*ck on me in private
I got three hoes all up on me
Now they looking like some Trident
Boy get folded like a wallet
b*tch, my brother like "On gang"
b*tch, my brothers like my blood
She wan' f*ck me cause my neck
With yo' hoe, I go Balenci
Then I mix it with the Vet'
I ain't squashin' sh*t, dead it
These lil' boys forgot my credit
Blew a bag then forget it
Need the green, need the lettuce, yuh, yuh

[Verse 6: wildkarduno]
b*tch, I call the young n*ggas, they come get on yo' ass, n*gga
On the eastside, you can't come to this block if you don't got a pass, n*gga, on gang
Threaded barrel on this Glock and that b*tch got a flash, n*gga (On God)
Me and my patna', n*gga, we locked in, n*gga, from the get-go
How the f*ck you say you a trap n*gga, you post at the Citgo, yuh
Broke ass n*gga get no plays
Free Saint, I hope that n*gga better days
16 years old, I got f*ckin' tased
I was f*cked up, and I got f*ckin' saved, on gang
Come to Texas with the ARP
Got the drop, we find out where that n*gga be, yuh
Come to Fort Worth, n*gga f*ck that tree, n*gga
And I got that 56, they said they gon' spin on me
We got ARP and you know I got the Gen on me, n*gga, yuh
b*tch, f*ck n*gga (On God)