(Intro) (Ayy everybody hit bitch) you know it's up (uhh huuuuuuuh) (ni**a... BLOW o-geez the fuck up), (Verse 1) My brother glizzy dumping drills on a dirt bike I'm bussing with my glock I'm sending messages all night, the opps think it's a mystery, why that boys head is in misery, I'm saying stop dissing for clout so please don't let these niggas get to me (for real) or one of my owns, your bitch on my body she be in love with my glock I heard she not an opp thot she said that it's my colone yo dudeylo go grab a gun you better start making it rain stop threatening and reminiscing with nearly half the drill game, the count and amount of years and time I spent shining that's when I'm up on dirty timing, (uhh huh) despite being locked in them chains while staying behind my gang, I never heard you shot at shit or left bout multiple stains bitch it's on the hill gang (I say fuck em) and it's still a sugar crush that's why cane ass got touched he's bitch ass letted up so now he's dumbass is outta luck we moved heavy with a crane and knocked cane straight out the frame, but do you ever hear the sounds of the dark when we scream (o-geez) a bunch of shooters be seeing me wreck wreath with chops I wheeze with full ease, (holla) let's go and spin on the eighth, bitch I'm toting beam and it's still (R P T-K) like why T dot be running away, when I get up to test you ni**a you better not cave, an aries I carry my team (that's fax) lil bitch (I'm bold) (I'm brave) like brrr you get the threat we put the opps to the test bitch it's me I put it on to the o-geez slidin on opps I got accurate aim and I admit that's why my team always is hot, and it be the reason my gang is always snatching then raising (grr), while in the court land some ni**as know bout my cases, hold up my glock and catch cold cases wrap em up just like a mummy (LOTTI) still on my block I'm smoking on dummy these ni**as not funny, bitch ass opps we take trips (take trips) now talking of hits he's ass had gotten cremated, way after folding on the hill they steady pissed on he's grave there uhh ni**a (y g k) (LOTTI), (Verse 2) right there they got no defences or mechanisms their ratted name is a fraud you know it's still 4 1-k and in the hood that's also when in Harlem bitch I do not play, these ni**as jealous and envy me, but I won't let em ever get da best of me! Smoking on oppas so bitch you better be expecting me retreat or move proper my brother toting a choppa (yo glizzy) J B had gotten smoked remixed his ass with some guapa as hot as lava I'm rolling that dumb ni**a up while sipping on ketamine (bitch) d-o-a-k j rip shoulda swayed out the way he was prone to danger he could of stayed up in his home, but as of late me and my loyal courtland brothers are pulling up from out the gates in their lambo trucks new opps to pluck I say they on the way, little lotti tripped and got poked he's smoked we pissed is his grave (lotti) (gang gang gang)

Banging block courtland