Ay, King Von. What's up, gang? You already know how we coming, member Zoo. What you on, broski? We finna tear the streets up on Tooka soul Shout out GetBackGang, man. Them GetBacks You know what the fuck going on. That's us, dummy Beat the body. Now the trenches call me "Rocky" Shout out them members, them, my motherfucking partners We gon' high speed. Ain't no fucking pulling over Pull up on 55th. We catch and scan and poke 'em O'Boy, what the fuck I'm known for? Caught a body, beat that body, catch some more Little savage in me. I ain't never fucking going Mask up. They can't tell who fucking scoring I know I beat it, when they took away my bond The opps be tweaking when they see me. They just run Get off the DOT. We slide the city with them drums Lay in the cut and then we pop out, when they come See, I'm still blasting. Ain't no passes, bullets ever-lasting You want that smoke, then you can have it. I ain't never stingy We keep them glizzies. Ain't no Hi-Points, 'cause they're always jamming The opps be friendly. They're some groupies. Them little niggas fanning "Rest in peace" to Chino Dolla. Do hits in Impalas If we spot 'em, then we got 'em. He won't see tomorrow Why he talking out his neck like 46 ain't a problem? You talk to opps, we do you dirty. Ain't no feeling sorry King Von, take Duke on a hit. He like King Kong Draco shells. I was selling, dog. I got three phones Street nigga. I been off the drugs. They took T home SnitchK, I just talked to DeDe. He gon' be home, gang (Gang, gang, gang)