[Intro]
(My n***a Gio on this beat, though)

[Chorus: Young Slo-Be]
Red flag, lot of Blood shit goin' on
Free my Crip, take no pictures, baby, hold your phone
Chopper spittin', you hear that shh, yeah, that n***a gone
Well, brodie tryna join the team, I'm finna bring him home
Lash gang, Nightingale, this shit in my soul
Bullet holes where his heart should be
They outside, bend the block once and park the Jeep
The plug ready, it's a hit, he got tons of P's

[Verse 1: Young Slo-Be]
Got opp pack zaza, love my weed
PTSD, my thirty close by
You ain't a stepper, you out here shootin' with closed eyes
Gave you pole, you left it homе, when you finna slide?
My drum look like boxing glovеs, who you finna fight?
N***a, I still'll get jiggy
I love guns, I can't wait to cock this ten milly
The little bitch want me and bro, we goin' fifty-fifty
Keep a blicky in the bity, I can't let 'em get me
Nah, can't let 'em take me out
Boys blurped me with the slam, I had to throw it out
Speakin' to the bitch like a bitch, n***a, close your mouth
[Chorus: Young Slo-Be]
Red flag, lot of Blood shit goin' on
Free my Crip, take no pictures, baby, hold your phone
Chopper spittin', you hear that shh, yeah, that n***a gone
Well, brodie tryna join the team, I'm finna bring him home
Lash gang, Nightingale, this shit in my soul
Bullet holes where his heart should be
They outside, bend the block once and park the Jeep
The plug ready, it's a hit, he got tons of P's

[Verse 2: EBK Jaaybo]
Red flag, n***a, then we lash for P's
Everybody get it, think my last plug was Japanese
N***a, pass the toolie, n***a, 'cause you ain't finna squeeze
Bitch, I'm a god, we take lives, so you should get on your knees
Boys on us, you know they want us to freeze
Do the dash, I'm like, "N***a, please"
Bitch know I'm in the hood, it's gon' cost her a fee
Ayy, ayy, I want big racks
Call Wes like, "Cuddy, where the licks at?"
Four-ohs, ten millis, yeah, they missin' us
N***a, I most definitely ain't with the chit-chat
Red flag, lot of Blood shit goin' on
7th Street, Nightingale, they know what block we on
Do twenty-one seconds and catch a body, then you really on
Don't mean to have a flashback, we got that n***a gone
I ain't a Saint, but you know we play for the dome
[Chorus: Young Slo-Be]
Red flag, lot of Blood shit goin' on
Free my Crip, take no pictures, baby, hold your phone
Chopper spittin', you hear that shh, yeah, that n***a gone
Well, brodie tryna join the team, I'm finna bring him home
Lash gang, Nightingale, this shit in my soul
Bullet holes where his heart should be
They outside, bend the block once and park the Jeep
The plug ready, it's a hit, he got tons of P's