[Intro: J mane]
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Yea, yea, yea
FYB bitch
Gang, ayy
The fucking lable hoe
Gang, ayy

[Verse 1: J mane]
Goofy talking though we x'd him out the picture
I went Chiraq straight to Dallas and I am locked in with the killas
I am smoking dead opps I ain't mention we gorrilaz
Dead n***a disrespect me I might smack him with the blicka (Gang)
We got glizzy's, we got drac's, we got k's
Dead n***a counting hin Imma send him to his grave
FYB the fucking label, la familia in the gang
63rd 'till I die this shit running through my veins
Through my veins, through my blood all a n***a do is drug
N***a run up on J mane wear his ass like a tug
Got my gun in the club, so these n***as know what's up
When you see me you better duck all I know is bup bup bup (Grrr)
Bup bup bup know a n***a on thе ground, that's another man down
[?]
Bup bup bup know a n***a on the ground, that's another man down
[?]
[Verse 2: Rosama]
I say bitch I'm with guys rеal hoover gang member
You might think I'm just a rapper, bitch I'm a grave digger
Real mobster, street sweeper, bitch I'm a made n***a
Throw his ass underwater [?]
I've been bumping Machiavelli
2Pac, hit him up
Load the clip, empty it
Now pick yo partner up
Red beams on the glizzy and a scope on the same
Pop when that balloon releases it blow out the candle lights bitch (fuh fuh)
You gon' loose alone
He gon' need inhaler
[?] bullets in his chest
He gon' need a ventilator
Vix vapors, jumper cables
It's some shit just to stand
He was calling for his rapper but got picked up by Ember lane (by Ember lane)

[Outro]
JP beats