[Intro: Smoke Dawg and Ruck]
Ah? Gang
878, TS
Halal Gang, squad!
Ahwoolay!
N***as know how we coming, man
Smoke Dawg, what up, n***a?
J-Dawg, what up, n***a?
Ahwoolay!
Ano Gang-Gang

[Chorus: Smoke Dawg]
These n***as all whack
They ain't really in the trap
They just posing with other n***as' stacks
These n***as all act
All my n***as got a stack
I'ma put all my n***as on the map
All my hittas stay strapped
So if you run up on me, then best believe you gon' get clapped
Going OT and back
We going OT and back, n***a
Going OT and back

[Verse 1: Ruck]
Going OT and back, going OT and back
Gotta bring my strap
Going OT and back
If n***as try to rat on me, then you know I'm coming back
Make a bitch bring a pack
Break it down in the trap
N***as saying that we lack
Do you know where we at?
I'm from the SouthSide
Where the other side n***as get whacked
Told my n***a lean back
I'ma hit him in the back, I'ma put him in a pack
You know shit don't last but I gotta save cash
I'ma do the shmoney dance
Dirty money, bloody hands
Know I got plenty grams
I never switch on my mans
If you fuck with my plans
I got shit that don't jam
I got shit that don't jam
[Chorus: Smoke Dawg]
These n***as all whack
They ain't really in the trap
They just posing with other n***as' stacks
These n***as all act
All my n***as got a stack
I'ma put all my n***as on the map
All my hittas stay strapped
So if you run up on me, then best believe you gon' get clapped
Going OT and back
We going OT and back, n***a
Going OT and back

[Verse 2:Smoke Dawg]
Going OT and back
In and out of the trap
Fronts, I don't do that
Just made 30 stacks
Whatchu know about that?
Pockets stay looking fat
50 shots in the MAC
So how the fuck can we lack?
You can find me in the back
And my hittas stay strapped
So disrespect, you get clapped
Put the burner in the stash
No gloves, no mask
Drive off while we laugh
Doing hits on the man
Free Fredo out the can
And this .40 won't jam
Leave him holy, no plans
Leave him holy, no plans
And I do this for my fans
They don't understand
Bitch tryna shake my hand
You gotta fuck my mans, bitch
You gotta fuck my mans
[Chorus: Smoke Dawg]
These n***as all whack
They ain't really in the trap
They just posing with other n***as' stacks
These n***as all act
All my n***as got a stack
I'ma put all my n***as on the map
All my hittas stay strapped
So if you run up on me, then best believe you gon' get clapped
Going OT and back
We going OT and back, n***a
Going OT and back