Oh yeah, Woods Ay Mario, this shit hot Name a time y'all spin and we ain't spin back (We ain't spin back, rrah, rrah, rrah) And his brother had got dropped, that's for Getback (That's for Getback) Daddy and sister had got popped but he ain't say that (Ha, ha, ha, he ain't say that) Had his mama wig, where her fucking feet at? (Goddamn) These niggas put up in they house We where he sleep at (Where he sleep at, I see you) I been so patient, I can't wait to smoke Lil 3 pack (On bro) A 100 hundreds that will get your fucking dawgs whacked (10 bands) He copping deuces, throwing truces Tryna squash that (He sweet, he scared) It's 3 O'Clock In the corners niggas know we out (Where y'all at, baow) Mask on, Sto who shot They ain't even know who shot 'em (Know who shot) Speaking on Bibby, got me mad It got my temper hot (My temper hot) We the type of young niggas that will get your fucking shooter shot (Your shooter shot, rrah, rrah) Make him famous, turn his name into a fucking block (A fucking block) Ay, sliding in the SRT, just me and Scarr (Just me and Scarr) If I'm the driver then that mean that Scarr gon' pop that Glock (Gon' pop that Glock, rrah rrah) ESPN, we gettin' in, you know we spin the block You shootin' less, we shoot the best You know we sending shots (Rrah, rrah) Thinking bout Eight, it's on my mind Ay Cojack call the opps (What it is gang?) And he ain't gotta say too much cause if If he roll, I rock Let's slide nigga, on gang nigga, we been out all day nigga Where y'all at? Pop-out, ay nigga Niggas mention the A, we gon' get shit litty (Get shit litty) Free 10 on your head, if you speak on Bibby (10 bands, 10) Anything I say in my lyrics then I fuckin' did it (I fucking did it, facts) And when Ralo had got smacked, they ain't stand on business (Ain't stand on business, Goddamn) We the reason there is teddy bears all 'round the city (All 'round the city) Is he cut or is he bloodied? Man his set trippin' (his set trippin') And my cup so fucking muddy, it got Royale in it (Royale in it) You ain' learn from all that dissing After that June 5th shit All these blue hundreds on me, they gon' think I'm crippin' (Think I'm crippin') Sixty shots inside my choppa, boy I feel like Nipsey (Feel like Nipsey, ha, ha, ha, nigga) Boy I feel like Nipsey (Rest up Nipsey, uh, 6 nigga, on gang) Balenciaga shoes, Balmain jacket (Drip, drip) This mix, match designer (Drip) Maybach feel just like grandma? seats came with recliner (Slide) Now we ain't dropping down, we dropping bodies, boost the count up Bankroll they overload, I think I broke the money counter (Stack) Grim reaper, snatching souls Yeah I poured opps up in the Fanta (Grim Reaper) Watch TV all my life, don't think that I could change the channel So icy Scarr might get a pound of mink up in the winter (So icy) Way before the rap bitches was on my dick cause I'm they nigga Like fuck the rap shit, me and 6 might jack him out his sprinter We having all the Glocks now the whole gang? Don't care how I rich get, still in the hood eating chicken tenders We set the trend in 2016, these niggas really beginners Percocets and Xanny bars (Xanny bar) SRT's and stolen cars (Stolen car) Fake ID's and credit cards (Credit cards) Feds stay up, I'm doing fraud (Doing fraud) Fishing pole, stay with that rod (With that rod) Rolling off the Xanny bar (Xanny bar) SRT's and stolen cars Stolen Glocks and new AR's Percocets and Xanny bars SRT's and stolen cars Fake ID's and credit cards Feds stay up, I'm doing fraud Fishing pole Stay with that rod Rolling of the Xanny bar SRT's and stolen cars Stolen Glocks and new AR's