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[Intro: DudeyLo]
Like, J1 with the flames, bro (Grr-ah, grr-ah, grr-ah, grr-ah)
It's that Dudeylo n*gga, man, every f*ckin' track, you heard? (Grrah, 'rrah)
Chee on the beat ('rrah, 'rrah)
Grahh-grahh
I said, every f*ckin' track, you heard?
It's that DudeyLo n*gga, man
Grrah, grahh, 'rrah, 'rrah
Every opp shot, n*gga, grahh ('Rrah, 'rrah)
Ayy yo, James, you ready to go crazy n*gga? ('Rrah, 'rrah)
Glah, glah
Ahh

[Verse 1: DudeyLo]
They ain't wanna talk, they just diss on the set
Like, how many n*ggas got wacked?
Hop out on they block, now it's time to play catch
Like, word to bro, we gon' leave somethin' flat
What he said, oh he think that he with it?
We can't find em', we flock at his Miss's
Lay, Nay, Blay, missin'
It's a joke, oh he think that I'm kidding?
Real life, still these shots they gon' hit him
They rather me dead, but I'm still on my pivot
Big knocka, why would I box?
Top shotta, I let it flock
Free Move Look, brodie stuck on the rock, like
Free Move Look, brodie stuck on the-
I told RG to get em', he gettin' em' gone
That's my brother, I'm takin' that risk if he wrong
[Verse 2: Crazy James]
And you know that's it's back to the basics
Like, they really know that I'm one of the greatest
I'mma just up it and flame it
Like, most of these n*ggas ain't gettin' no paper
And they know I'm a boss, like rockin' Dior, know that sh*t has a cost
And I gotta get far
Like they know that Crazy is really a star
Slippin', we caught him in traffic
Like, I'mma up it and blast it
Most of you n*ggas be rappers
Like I'm in the field and I'm shootin' like Madden
b*tches be droppin the Lo'
Like, that's how that n*gga got caught up in traffic
If you got a strap better blow
Like, he really died with his pole, it's tragic

[Verse 3: DudeyLo]
Ayo James, it's time to go crazy
Let him rock with with the lean, then we leavin' him lazy
f*ck the drill, all them n*ggas is babies
I threw 5 on that block, yeah I know that they hate me
I'm a demon like look at my eyes
Do a drill in Amiri's like f*ck a disguise
Leg shot leave him alive (Lee, Gatti)
Head shot, now he gotta die
Head, Shoulders, Knees, Toes
Aim at the muddy, then leave me alone
Wasn't there, how the f*ck you my bro?
C'mere baby, like give me ya throat
You got an hour, then I gotta go
I get mad then I don't wanna joke
Tell bro, just throw through the coat
He gon' catch about four if he step in the store
[Verse 4: Crazy James]
And we might just creep on they block for them n*ggas who said that they want it, yeah you n*ggas really soft (Look)
Like I got some youngins', you know that they gunners
Free them n*ggas, they fightin' a body
Like my n*ggas fightin' a Homi'
Got some n*ggas that's up and they gettin' money
But you know that them killas behind me
I put pain in my music
When I jump on a track, I go stupid
Like, most of them n*ggas that say that they gettin' money, I can tell you n*ggas is losin'
Me and Dudey' goin' back to back
Like, most of these rappers is really wack
We be sendin' them shots where ya fitted at
Like, we know them n*ggas don't really get into that
(Gang, uh let's go)