[Hook - Y. Rendo]
Now that my broski's outside, everyting mad up
They don't want no smoke from me
Or smoke from any of my brothers
The opps hate OD so much
Cause he pressure with hammers
No face, no case
Dip him on me
And I got my green 'danna
(x2)
[Verse 1 - Y. Rendo]
Let me catch me an opp
I don't want no civilian
Pitch in these neeks
Dig a man down
Opp do shell and he spilling it
Create man a pack, for talking that smack
Just all over silly mix
The weight come loud, and I go road
For all the cats, I'm filling it
It's like, why you talking that sh**
I been in your block with the gang
And you don't do sh**
You go to the Cs, and you buy food
And you don't come to the strip
But you wanna snapchat on the ends
Like I won't just turn up the whip
Like I won't just turn up the whip
YS lurky, yeah he be up in the whip
Any opp lacking on my guy he will rust up the ting
Cause I swear down, I've had enough of these pricks
Get back for the shh, and you know I won't snitch
Get a real young g dipped, man down
f**boy screaming "oh sh**"
Chinged man at the bus stop
Dem man already know this
I'm the hardest out of the younger lot
And I'm not even the oldest
But don't get it twisted
All my brothers move cold dish
Come round on the aggy ting
Front doors gonna open
Me and my brothers no lacking
That p**y on me was ghosting
Dem man just sing a lot
Coming like it was frozen
Bringing up them dungeons
AM sipping potion
[Hook - Y. Rendo]
Now that my broski's outside, everyting mad up
They don't want no smoke from me
Or smoke from any of my brothers
The opps hate OD so much
Cause he pressure with hammers
No face, no case
Dip him on me
And I got my green 'danna
(x2)
[Verse 2 - A.M]
Spin, spin, got 6 shots
That's 6 chance to take him out
With chef, chef with the rambo
No likey I'll take him out
f** that, I don't fist fight
But if he squares up, I'll weigh him out
He's 6 foot, I'm 6'1
But this 6'1 will take him out
2 shots in that dot dot
Finna leave man in surgery
That's 2 holes, black smoke
Any shirt turn Burgundy
I'm with zeros, he knows
Kick backs not hurting me
I'm AM from the 410
And your girlfriend, she heard of me
Magazine in the mac-10
That's longer than my rambo
Holds 25 and 25, that's 50 in your mango
Furthermore, 20 mates
Each of them get two sweets
That's 10 left for 10 men
Doing running legs on two feet
That's paigons on the other side
That I've never seen, on my mother's life
When I catch man, better run inside
Or this .45 will pepper eyes
f** that man tell a lie
That .45 will energize
That backshot, them paralyzed
Cacoon, no bu*terfly
1 bell that's good enough
Why the f** I go 25
That tear through 'em and carry flesh
Don't dot n***as, man terrorize
Roll up and terrorize
Backstreet man terrorize
Afghan no Baghdad
Man will Baghdad and terrorize
[Hook - Y. Rendo]
Now that my broski's outside, everyting mad up
They don't want no smoke from me
Or smoke from any of my brothers
The opps hate OD so much
Cause he pressure with hammers
No face, no case
Dip him on me
And I got my green 'danna
(x2)