[Intro]
I wish everything I touch would turn to gold
NLE, you heard me?
Baby Mexico Choppa, man, Top Shotta
Baby Mexico Shotta, you heard me?
We finna talk our shit, you heard me?
YNR (Yeah)
Tay Keith, fuck these n***as up!

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I’m a demon, keep me a stick like I’m reaper
Run up, get hit with this heater
Fuck all that talkin’, lil’ n***a, I’m squeezin’
Hollows gon’ burn through his motherfuckin’ beater
Bitch, I’m too reckless, slide with a TEC
Leave a fuck n***a stretched, we puttin’ shit to the test
Fuck what he claim, he ain’t no thrеat
Hundred-round drum, make a n***a confess
Bitch, I’m on go, I lеt it blow
Body drop quick, now we up on the scope
Hit up his block, let that motherfucker fold
Switch on the Glock, that bitch sound like a pole
I see an opp, I’m lettin’ it rain
Bitch-ass n***a got hit in his brain
Fucked up his spine, now he walk with a cane
Don’t mention my name, we bringin’ the pain
I got a thot, she givin’ me top
She eatin’ me up while I ride with a chop
Scope on the K, I’m seein’ the opps
They talkin’ on live, but they duckin’ the shots
We spin back-to-back, this shit ain't no joke
Play with my gang, you gon’ end up a ghost
He got a pole but that n***a ain't blow
Pussy-ass n***a got hit in his throat
Run down, let’s see what he 'bout
Got his ass stretched, he ain’t makin’ it out
Pussy-ass boy tried to talk for some clout
We knockin’ him off, that’s without a doubt
[Verse 2: Lil' Vyro]
Hop out the whip, my Glock in my hand
If I see an opp, I ain't givin' no chance
These n***as be bitches, they run when it's tense
We step on they block, make 'em hop over fence
No talkin’, just shoot, we ain't makin' no friends
Fuck all the peace, bitch, I want revenge
Chopper gon’ bust, knock him straight out his Timbs
He say he a killer, but scared in the pen
I ride with them demons, my Glock got a beam
Creep through the cut, put his ass on the screen
Don’t say it’s on sight if you ain’t finna slide
That shit get you whacked when we pop out with nines
He talkin’ real tough, now he beggin’ for life
Shoulda just stayed in his lane, now he fried
Money keep callin’, I stay on my shit
Ain’t worried ‘bout n***as, I’m tryna get mine
Yeah, we sendin’ them shots
Fuck all the talk, we ain't dodgin’ no opps
Chasin' the bag, I ain't trustin’ no bitch
Switch up the spot when it get too hot
N***as be cappin', they ain't on shit
Say they gon’ slide but they still ain't hit
Lil' bro just caught him, unloaded the clip
Ran up a check and I ain't gon’ quit
[Outro: Lil' Vyro]
Yeah, free my hood, n***a, fuck your hood, n***a
We outside, fuck all them opps
If it's up, then it’s stuck, bitch