Gang-gang-gang

Grrah-grrah, boom

I'm f*****g back, n***a

Suck my d**k (So)

Off the Yellow, my guy movin' dusty

He could get shot if he yellin' out "Muddy"

Hope the pistol don't jam when I up, please

Have him just runnin', duckin', think he lucky (Gang-gang-gang, War's too nasty)

With some 'ooters so don't try to rush me (Don't rush me)

Yeah, he talked on my gang, he a dummy (He a dummy)

When we spin through the Sev', it's a body

Yeah, we just aimin', lookin' for Zanotti (Zanotti)

Off the Yellow, my guy movin' dusty

He could get shot if he yellin' out, "Muddy"

Hope the pistol don't jam when I up, please

Have him just runnin', duckin', think he lucky (Gang-gang)

With some 'ooters so don't try to rush me (Don't rush me)

Yeah, he talked on my gang, he a dummy (He a dummy)

When we spin through the Sev', it's a body

Yeah, we just aimin', lookin' for Zanotti (Zanotti)

When we catch us a Flocka, it's up (Yeah, it's up)

Roscoe my brother, fiendin' just to up (Boom-boom)

"African boy, that's me", that's who? (That's who)

We gon' hop out, boomin' at his crew (Boom-boom)

He gon' bend through my block? Boom what? Shoot who? (Shoot who?)

How the f*ck you went kuu' with a deuce (How?)

If the Flocks don't know what the Oz really do

If the Flocks don't know what the— (Gang-gang-gang)

Smokin' on Dummy, Chic', Matt

Lotti got poked and he stuck in a pack (And he stuck in a pack)

Smokin' on 'Lila, Beans, Benz' (Gang)

Rell got packed and he went with his friends (Gang, gang-gang)

Smokin' on Dub, LA, Heff

Boy got beat with a hookah to death (Suck my dick)

Gang-gang

Boy got beat wit' a hookah to death

Off the Yellow, my guy movin' dusty

He could get shot if he yellin' out, "Muddy"

Hope the pistol don't jam when I up, please

Have him just runnin', duckin', think he lucky (Think he lucky)

With some 'ooters so don't try to rush me (Don't rush me)

Yeah, he talked on my gang, he a dummy (He a dummy)

When we spin through the Sev', it's a body

Yeah we just aimin', lookin' for Zanotti

Off the Yellow, my guy movin' dusty

He could get shot if he yellin' out, "Muddy"

Hope the pistol don't jam when I up, please

Have him just runnin', duckin', think he lucky (Think he lucky)

With some 'ooters so don't try to rush me (Don't rush me)

Yeah, he talked on my gang, he a dummy (He a dummy)

When we spin through the Sev', it's a body

Yeah, we just aimin', lookin' for Zanotti

OGz the f*ck up nigga, suck my d**k

Every Flocka shot, YG or fuckin' not, n***a

Gang-gang-gang

Gang-gang-gang

Grrah