[Verse 1: Foolio]
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Leeke died, Meechy died, another opp sick (Leeke)
Celebration on the Ave, we got the block lit (Ha)
He was lacking on that lean, got his car hit (Gang)
The whole gang fuck Lil' Niesha, little opp-opp bitch (Bitch)

[Verse 2: Jarvo]
Swing a n***a block, skrr, you know we got them chopsticks
Meechy in my lungs, we hit a n***a block quick (Cut)
He talking crazy, run them down, it was a quick blitz (Come on)
Another opp that's in the air, we post up in the bricks

[Verse 3: G3Litty]
Skrr, man down, it's a four-four (Get down, get down)
Tell the opp that they can't post up at their corner store (Brr-brr)
Faceshot, closed case, we just upped the score (Come here)
Free Lil' Fe', Mr Hit-Yo-Block-And-Swing-The-Door (Free FeFe bitch)

[Verse 3: JusBloo]
I'm smoking Quise on the V, that's my favorite opp (She go)
We blitzed their block at 5 o'clock, I heard two got popped
That Glock .23, Gen 4, that's my favourite Glock (my lil' Gen)
And fuck the opps, we on they block, we got plenty wops

[Verse 4: Fetti Osama]
When we hop out, them bodies drop, you better duck yo' top (Woah)
Post up and got Leek in the Glock, we turned him into a star (Go)
He tried to run from the gun but he ain't make it far (Uh-uh)
Man down, .22 drop, hit up another car
[Verse 5: Curt Gotti]
I'm smoking- Ackafool in this fucking blunt (JohnJohn)
They caught Leeke ass and turned his ass into some runtz (Leeke)
Bitch we on the Ave, we posted up with a hunnid guns (A-Block)
Smoking Meechy and B5 that's a two-for one (Meech)

[Verse 6: Stony]
Draco go bananas, ain't no monkey, get to peel a n***a (Haha)
Hop out, we rock out, know Lil' Stoney got them killers with us (Got 'em hit)
Other n***as keep speaking on my brother, they gon' feel a n***a (On god)
Holla G3 and tell him "get him", he gon' zip a n***a (Ha)

[Verse 7: Dolt4Bibs]
Smoking 2-3, smoking John mixed with 4 (Smokin' 4)
I fucked his opp bitch and you know she gave the loc' (Opp thot)
Sliding back-to-back, tryna up the score (Grrah)
When you see this Hyundai, you better get low (Get low)

[Verse 8: Cojack]
Better duck your taco, choppa filled with hollows (Hollows)
Smoking Meechy Leeke, mix it up with Ralo (Meechy! Leeke!)
Keep young V's with me everywhere that I go (Vee)
Can't catch that sprinter, then we shooting up that Tahoe (Come here)

[Outro: Cojack & others]
Bitch ass n***a, ahh, come here
Meechy Leeke, 6Block 6Block
Long live 3-5, long live Bibby, A Block (RIP, RIP) (gang)
Stupid ass n***a in this ho [?]
Too bad n***as only [?] Trey D (Brr, brr, go)
Aye, you can't put no more breath in that fat n***a, bitch ass n***a Meechy
Leeke dumbass off lean he died, Leeke dumbass off lean he died
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
At least we tucked yo' chain
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Cojack in this bitch, you know that I'm rockin'
You already know whose voice this is (Stupid ass n***a)
Gang shit, gang, free Fe'