[Intro]
(Hennessy made it)
(CJ, this beat so cold)

[Chorus: Gudda Brvckin]
I be with my n***as and steppers, who tryna try somethin'?
Talkin' like you got it for real, but you ain't got nothin'
You ain't outside for real, ayy, go and pop somethin'
I be with the gang outside, who tryna chop somethin'?
Ooh, I be with my n***as, yeah, they Woo
And I heard you got them killers, I do too
We be posted on the block with the tools
Huh, huh, ooh

[Verse 1: Gudda Brvckin]
I'm with the gang, n***a
I be posted with the same n***as
They say they outside with killers, I'm with the same drillers
I know some killers outside, but I don't mention n***as
Ayy, ridin' with my chop, it's Tommy Hilfiger
I be with the n***as outside who boost the murder rate
You ain't gotta ask nobody, I keep a dirty K
I ain't into savin' nobody 'cause I ain't got a cape
N***a came through and slid and he ain't even get away
Yeah, yeah, tell 'em what you want, just don't tell on me
Yeah, yeah, n***as in the field, but we got felonies
Yeah, yeah, n***as play with you, but we gon' play for keeps
I'm with the n***as, press and play and we gon' do the flee
Whoopty Whoop caught him a body and he ain't comin' home
He took that time like a G, you know he stay strong
Free the real, the ones fightin' all day long
Beefin' with homies, you know I gotta stay long
[Chorus: Gudda Brvckin]
I be with my n***as and steppers, who tryna try somethin'?
Talkin' like you got it for real, but you ain't got nothin'
You ain't outside for real, ayy, go and pop somethin'
I be with the gang outside, who tryna chop somethin'?
Ooh, I be with my n***as, yeah, they Woo
And I heard you got them killers, I do too
We be posted on the block with the tools
Huh, huh, ooh

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
I was on the block, you couldn't stay long (At all)
When we was shootin' Glocks, you had to stay home
When they get to snitchin', gotta lay low
Type of shit have you callin' from a pay phone (Yeah)
Now I'm panickin', I gotta pray, hmm
Think these n***as knowin' where I stay, hmm (Hello?)
If a n***a play, that's where he lay, fuck n***a
Fuck it, buy a new house in the A (Ayy)
Patek I own worth a hundred K (Yeah)
F&N (Ayy), new Gen (Ayy), Drac' (Okay)
Brand new estate out of state, real estate, uh
Pussy, what it is? Who you is, real or fake?
I handle the biz, you know what it is (G Herbo)
Stay gon' spin, we don't hit kids (Ever)
Split the profit, split a n***a wig (Brr)
Thinkin' this shit sweet, I'm up Ms, I'll just tell 'em like
[Chorus: Gudda Brvckin & OhGeesy]
I be with my n***as and steppers, who tryna try somethin'?
Talkin' like you got it for real, but you ain't got nothin'
You ain't outside for real, ayy, go and pop somethin'
I be with the gang outside, who tryna chop somethin'?
Ooh, I be with my n***as, yeah, they Woo
And I heard you got them killers, I do too
We be posted on the block with the tools (Yeah)
Huh, huh, ooh (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: OhGeesy]
Stars in the Wraith on the roof, it's bulletproof
Just like Pac, I got the juice
Spin a n***a block, hula hoop
Spendin' millions and still down to spin (Brr)
We can spin a milli' blocks and still spin it again (Ah)
Wanna cop a milli' Glocks for each one of my friends (Friends)
Wanna cop a baby chop for each one of my Benz (Skrrt)
ARPs for the whip, baby Draco for the spot (Ah)
The soda, yola, Pyrex in the pot (Ah)
Met my quota, keep pistolas up on that block (Yeah)
I'm a soldier, they ain't tell you that I was hot? (Hot)
Street sweepin', bitch, I told that I gotta keep a mop
Blood, sweat, tears, went on a drought
Now it's big money, bad bitches, foreigns up out the lot
Crème de la crème, I'm the cream of the crop (Ayy)
[Chorus: Gudda Brvckin]
I be with my n***as and steppers, who tryna try somethin'?
Talkin' like you got it for real, but you ain't got nothin'
You ain't outside for real, ayy, go and pop somethin'
I be with the gang outside, who tryna chop somethin'?
Ooh, I be with my n***as, yeah, they Woo
And I heard you got them killers, I do too
We be posted on the block with the tools
Huh, huh, ooh