[Verse 1: Lil Prada]
Boy you scared to shoot it's somethin somethin ain't no truth
[?] what he preachin actin up come meet the tool
Ain't no matter what it's between us the shit we do
Ain't turn nothin into somethin ask yo hoe bout what we do
Ask yo people how we rock hop out the whip and point them Glocks
You could run but won't get far cause we got beams that do the job
We got K's that like to spark we finna crash just like the stocks
Why the fuck they hate on prada cause they hoes just throwin top
[?] in the pig no more can't stay one hundred he got cropped
I don't own one [?] but you could bеt we ride with chops
Gang be droppin [?] just likе we got it from the dock
And if he not on that shit then why the fuck you tryna talk
Valentino on my feet now I'm trippin when I walk
I'm a real life boss I get paid just to talk
You a real life bug you ask the plug to help you out
Bitch stop all that talkin you get killed about that clout
Gang be pushin work we ain't hear about no drought
Hit it from the back now that hoe gone scream and shout

[Verse 2: ZOTiYAC]
I be [?] like American Dad he was talkin too loud now he swimmin like Klous
I keep a mac I don't talkin on computers we come through the window to shoot up yo house
Like n***a come out
I brought my gun out
Imma shoot till it run out
[?] and I shoot till it come out
And we spinnin outside while the sun out
Boy hide yo wife and do not let yo son out
.223 jump out
It finna dump out
Let a clip drop on his car and it spun out
.45 get him the lil n***a sprung out
He lookin like Jordan left him with his tounge out
I'm lookin important every time that I step out
I'm [?] fuckin her throat call it meth mouth
Want smoke get [?] now
He blowin his breath out