[Intro: WizDaWizard]
Grrah
Bah, bah, bah
Ayy
Free that Yurda Gang
Free blood
Y'all know how we rockin'
I'm on that fuck shit
Real Zone 10 baby, yeah, we run shit
Fuck n***a
(Grrah)

[Chorus: WizDaWizard]
Four killers on the private jet and we eatin' lobster (Lobster)
Double-M Yurda Gang, we them don dadas (Don dada)
Top shotta, sweep a n***a ass off your fuckin' roster (Bah, bah, bah)
Chopper go ba-ra-pa, n***a, this that heart stopper (Grrah)
I'm in the back of the Maybach, I got my fifth on me (Fifth on me)
Fifty in my jeans and fifty in my clip, lil' homie (Fifty rounds)
Chase a n***a ass down with that stick, lil' homie (Come here, boy)
5.56s be rippin' through your shit, lil' homie (Boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 1: WizDaWizard]
Body bags and toe tags, I'm on that dumb shit (Dumb shit)
Bend your block with a chop, I'm on that fuck shit (Fuck shit)
Fuck where you from, red rum, bitch, we slump shit (Slump shit)
Real Zone 10 baby, bitch, we hunt shit (Comе here)
Take him down, takе him down, that's a headshot (Bah, bah, bah)
Get up on that boy ass close, that's a FaceTime (FaceTime)
My n***as fiendin' for them bodies, so we don't waste time (Waste time)
I'm hittin' your bitch from the back, grippin' her waistline (Waistline)
Lay in your bushes with a chop, we call that playtime (Grrah)
Free them shooters, free them shooters, we don't drop dimes
Reagan got dropped, two n***as died, y'all still ain't slide (What the fuck?)
Who the fuck say we be hidin'? Bitch, we stay outside
I be cruisin' through this bitch with murder in my eyes
That's a dead n***a, bah, another homicide (Homicide)
That's a dead n***a, bah, another homicide (That n***a dead)
Yellow tape, white chalk, lil' buddy got fried (Grrah)
[Chorus: WizDaWizard]
Four killers on the private jet and we eatin' lobster (Lobster)
Double-M Yurda Gang, we them don dadas (Don dada)
Top shotta, sweep a n***a ass off your fuckin' roster (Bah, bah, bah)
Chopper go ba-ra-pa, n***a, this that heart stopper (Grrah)
I'm in the back of the Maybach, I got my fifth on me (Fifth on me)
Fifty in my jeans and fifty in my clip, lil' homie (Fifty rounds)
Chase a n***a ass down with that stick, lil' homie (Come here, boy)
5.56s be rippin' through your shit, lil' homie (Boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 2: EST Gee]
Don't even look twice or that's your life, I got my blicky on me (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Turn into Sosa if he owe me, don't even tempt me, Tony (Tempt me, Tony)
7.62s left holes in dude the size of pepperonis (Nah, big holes)
Came up off Fendi, I kept hittin' the first brick he sold me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
"It ain't no smoke, you know I'm broke," that's what an opp had told me (Hit it)
It ain't no passin' 'til you smashin', then I click it on me (Then I hung up on that bitch n***a)
You know the dada from Riata born without a conscience (Without a conscience)
They don't want no problems, know we violent, dump on n***as' mamas (Dump on n***as' mamas)
Fuckin' your thotty, she give sloppy, you wan' hold her hostage (You hold her hostage)
Wait 'til you sleep, she come to papi, she been in your pockets (She been in your pockets)
Me and my partners flee the scene once it's an empty cartridge
Lil' bro my artist, but he take shit out like bags of garbage (Bags of garbage, ayy)
Your boss is flaw, he caught a case and told, his rep is tarnished (Lame-ass n***a)
You think you T'd and I agree if that T stand for target (Lame-ass n***a)
Look like I signed before I signed because my dog barkin' (Roof)
Was in that field for real, now I'm on TV, Shannon Sharpe (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: WizDaWizard]
Four killers on the private jet and we eatin' lobster (Lobster)
Double-M Yurda Gang, we them don dadas (Don dada)
Top shotta, sweep a n***a ass off your fuckin' roster (Bah, bah, bah)
Chopper go ba-ra-pa, n***a, this that heart stopper (Grrah)
I'm in the back of the Maybach, I got my fifth on me
Fifty in my jeans and fifty in my clip, lil' homie
Chase a n***a ass down with that stick, lil' homie (Come here, boy)
5.56s be rippin' through your shit, lil' homie (Boom, boom, boom)