[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Ya dig?
You gon' die
You gon' die
You gon' die

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team, bitch, uh
What that mean?
We all lit, that's on gang, that's on me, bitch, uh

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, huh, murder, murder, slatt (Yeah)
Choppa big, it blow you back (Yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (Yeah)
Pussy n***a, we tote gats (Yeah, yeah)
N***a, you get whacked (Gang, gang)
That's on gang and that's all facts, uh (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
We shoot .223's (Bah), we'll take your life (Gang)
Me, I'm with the gang, you know we gon' slide
We all with them bees, all up in the hive
You talk down on me, n***a, you gon' die
We a different kind, and we be on different time
Rocking Number (N)ine jeans, and I be so fly
We from different sides, pussy, I'ma up that fire
Talking all that tough shit on the gang
Pussy bitch, and you gon' die
[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, huh, you gon' die
Yeah, n***a, you gon' die
Huh, you gon' die

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team, bitch, uh
What that mean?
We all lit, that's on gang, that's on me, bitch, uh

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, huh, murder, murder, slatt (Yeah)
Choppa big, it blow you back (Yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (Yeah)
Pussy n***a, we tote gats (Yeah, yeah)
N***a, you get whacked (Gang, gang)
That's on gang and that's all facts, uh (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Let's go, let's go
Have you ever seen a n***a die? (Yeah)
When I did, went home and smoked a blunt
No, a n***a didn't cry (Let's go)
Don't fuck with n***as on different side
These n***as be switchin' sides (And I)
In a whip with a n***a bitch inside, finna give my dick a ride
Only n***a that be talking 'bout gang shit be on lame shit, ain't never bang shit
Look at a pic right now and the pic back then
It's not the same pic, I'm with the same clique
I'm with Trippie Redd (Yeah)
Oh, you with a bitch, he scared (Ha)
A lot of n***as like to play with they life
The last n***a who played with my clique, he dead (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
I had to
[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, huh, you gon' die
Yeah, n***a, you gon' die
Huh, you gon' die

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch, uh
What that mean?
We all lit, that's on gang, that's on me, bitch, uh

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, huh, murder, murder, slatt (Yeah)
Choppa big, it blow you back (Yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (Yeah)
Pussy n***a, we tote gats (Yeah, yeah)
N***a, you get whacked (Gang, gang)
That's on gang and that's all facts, uh (Yeah, yeah)