[Verse 1: ShooterGang VJ]
She just walked up in the house, I'm finna' make her walk up out it (Hell no)
Put her shoes on my carpet, they ain't even cost a thousand, you wylin' (bitch trippin')
I get bored and get to prowlin', n***a paranoid at first, I get to shootin' and start smilin' (Bow, bow)
Wait a minute, n***as tryna play the middle, n***as gay (Woah)
If he talkin' bout his beef, this n***a must've ordered steak
We been creepin' through they streets, and we ain't finna take no break (Huh)
Bitch you know I got my heat, and I ain't finna take the case
That's what the bitch for boy, you's a bitch though boy
If I catch you with that n***a, I might strip ol' boy (Ayy)
Yeah this Glock compact, with stick though boy
In this whip, then you bitches suckin' dick, no choice (Look)

[Chorus: ShooterGang VJ]
Break it down, we gon' sell it by the zip (By the zip, ayy)
Bitch, I got pounds and pills, I got bricks (I got bricks, ayy)
She kinda thick, I keep thinkin' I'ma hit (I could bang her)
Man, I put that on the clique, I just fucked a homie bitch (A homie bitch, n***a)
I can't stand you n***as, don't even trip (Don't even trip)
I ain't finna put my hands on n***as, I get 'em hit, look (I get 'em hit)
She wanna dance for n***as, and do the splits (She wanna dance for n***as)
Better go and get yo bitch my n***a, 'cause she on dick (She on dick)

[Verse 2: ShooterGang Kony]
Keep a stepper, smokin' opps until I cancer (Smokin' opps)
Chance her? Boy the whole hood done slammed her (Whole hood done slammed her)
Fuck about a bitch, I hardly got no manners (No, hoe)
This bitch was hella happy, I came back like Black Panther
I don't dance with bitches, I give 'em dick (Ayy, ayy)
Told her make an OnlyFans, I might subscribe beause I'm rich (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
With the shits, so I'ma knock my broke bitch (Uh-huh)
Just bagged a n***a, and I might buy this bitch some hits (Huh?)
This instrumental, I'ma rip the Glock nine with stick, ol' boy (Bow)
In the trenches, you ain't never took a trip though boy (Huh)
I'm in the whip, two four-fives with dicks, no boys (Ah)
Told her she don't wanna hoe, then she can strip, no choice (Look)
[Chorus: ShooterGang VJ]
Break it down, we gon' sell it by the zip (By the zip, ayy)
Bitch, I got pounds and pills, I got bricks (I got bricks, ayy)
She kinda thick, I keep thinkin' I'ma hit (I could bang her)
Man, I put that on the clique, I just fucked a homie bitch (A homie bitch, n***a)
I can't stand you n***as, don't even trip (Don't even trip)
I ain't finna put my hands on n***as, I get 'em hit, look (I get 'em hit)
She wanna dance for n***as, and do the splits (She wanna dance for n***as)
Better go and get yo bitch my n***a, 'cause she on dick (She on dick)