[Intro]
Mob gang, $hmurda gang
Freebandz gang
Free $hmurda's n***a
Ah ah ah

[Verse 1]
I'm a pull up on a fuck n***a
We got Draco's in the truck with us
Can't no n***a really fuck with us
I got Johnny in a cut
I got Swerky in a cut
It's a choppa in a cut
And I'm still in stories n***a
Selling packs I need a cut
Plenty bands got shorty
I got bags now shorty
Got the 40, run up on me
I ain't playing round shorty
Got a n***a down
It's a man down
Got a shooter for me
He ain't playing round
Ain't a n***a tried me
Dare a n***a cross me
Let the fucking bird hang
He ain't coming off me
[Verse 2]
Free Ashino with the mag
They gave my youngin fourteen
I was laying n***as down since I was like fourteen
Free my n***a Baby Seth he made first forty eight
Shooters quick they probly hit you with the first forty eight
Stay quiet manslaughter all the day my n***a ate
Where my n***a kept the solid boy that n***a hella hate
I got busy in adreni's knock offs on my resume
When I ride on shit and kill em probly wouldn't a call my case
Momma steak but it's cool ain't no pressure I can't take
Fill a crate play with Hen boosie put em in his place
Gave my n***a Poopie twelve cause he brought out yellow tape
He the type to kill big or small one in yo mama face
Free Latura red dot
Gave yo boys some headshots
Pissing on these n***as graves tell em fuck the dead ops
Free Yale, Free Chuck, Free Lou, Free Luck
Free Bimma, Free Fima bad dawgs locked up
Rubber band, money gang they know n***as how this do
We ain't snitching fuck twelve
We go hard like buttermilk
All my RDK n***as pull up and start on them
I got killas up the way if we drumming pardon them

[Chorus]
Aye, aye, aye we gon pull up get to squeezing hoe
I make sure you never bring yo ass to prelim hoe
My shooters up whoever say we beefing hoe
I can't tell you who that mud about a week ago
[Verse 3]
You don't rock how I rock
All these n***as fake as fuck they ain't shot what I shot
They ain't really getting money, they ain't got what I got
He might got a lil wave he ain't hot how I'm hot
Ah, ah, ah, had my chopper send it to a lil boy
Shot that shit when other n***as goofy boy, not with I
You can catch me still on nose at the stove, what he wah
N***a said he went on Doe for a no
Free Juan, Free Tess, he don't even see the chalk
N***a said he gonna smoke pussy I ain't even cough
Had my check gang n***as, cash em all, what you thought
I was soft, then you lost
Think again, I'm a boss
Yeah I was gon spray you n***as
Changed my mind, fuck that
We gon pull up bust first n***a we don't press back
Really god in my city, n***as know I run that
Had yo momma crying cause she ain't gon get her son back
Run away with money B, then he on his way back
Now my n***as come and K you all so we laid back
Free hood, kick his door n***a where yo safe at
Ain't gon tell me fucking murder man pussies face back, bitch

[Verse 4]
We gon pull up on a fuck n***a
Rubber band smell that gang who can fuck with us
Think this shit a game till we touch n***as
Three times to my fellas I say brap n***a, gang
Brap, brap