[Intro: Lil Buckss]
Hmm, hmm, FG
Fully Gang in this bitch, uh
CCK in this bitch, uh
Backseat Boys, go
N***a, it's a green light
N***a, go, go

[Verse 1: Lil Buckss]
Twenty thousand in the trenches to get your mango cracked
The same n***as did that to Tooly had to paid for that
I did some shit that I can't say, just know I prayed for that
I'll put them killers on missions, AR hundred rounds
Them killers rushed to that, shh, I hang with bloodhounds
N***a bit the hand that fed him, I'ma take the plug down
It's Ramadan, this stuff [?], I put my rug down
'Cause I know be kinda late to Heaven anyway
I told my n***as live it up, we could die any day
And we was walkin' to the opps 'cause they a block away
Goon, fuck the turkey butt, we grabbin' chop today
We don't gotta eat fried rices, lamb chops today

[Verse 2: Leaf Ward]
I ain't never play with kids, wе them n***as in that V
Sittin' in your crib, tryna tap that lil' wig, you ain't never slid
Thе city know about what we did, we made them the bid
N***as ain't safe with a gig
Broke boys better trap or somethin'
N***as better stack or somethin'
We put so many trophies on that shelf
We need a plaque or somethin'
Ain't no trappin' on that block no more
Go get a jacket or somethin'
Keep on gettin' fronted, quarter pounds, go get back or somethin'
We the only rappers in the city with them B's
I think we got better shooters than the n***as in the league
Bro sad, they on that side then they died, indeed
You ain't ballin', you ain't got no jewels, Embiid
Just run, I'ma [?] to ten speed
Untouchable, I gotta be reminded that I can't bleed
I got twenty, dummy, you can't get this drop with ten G's