Lyricist : Shavar Williams/Sharon Burnell
Composer : Shavar Williams/Sharon Burnell
[Chorus: Sdot Go]
Throw at the bros, I bet you I throw back
Get up close, that missing shit get whack
Like, bro put the beam on his—
He can't run 'cause that beam on his back
Cap was like Kobe, I guess I was Shaq
This shit so loud, like, what the **** is that?
Walkin' through 5th, I'ma black
Bro told me, "Pass it," that shit got me mad
For the bros, they gon' do what I ask
Like, shoot through they block with no mask
Notti died and I don't feel—
Notti died and I don't feel bad
Oh, that's an opp? I'm tryna shoot him fast
Ball hoggin', bet you I won't pass
Bitch, with that deuce, I don't know how to act (Like, grrah, grrah)
[Verse 2: Jay Hound]
Started flickin', left a whole lot of metal
I try to up it, lil' bro 'bout to get him
Thinkin' 'bout runnin'? No way they gon' let you
I'm a Hound, got the trench tryna send him
Forty barkin', I heard an echo
Said, it's up, it been up from the get-go
Likе, Naz tryna do 'em like Yellow
Sеven in a— Shit ootin' like Melo
I bend blocks with my heat, it was brick
Like, I do a lot, ain't no way that I miss
Brodie look back, two shots made him—
Like, look back, two shots made him trip
Two hands on the gun, I need grip
On that block, brodie dump at a 'Rip
Move out the way, I ain't tryna hit a—
Like, 'member y'all got shot for a bitch
[Verse 3: Sha Gz]
Like, do you think I'ma box? I'm like, "Never"
I'm tryna up knocks to see who was better
Nazzy dead, **** is a stretcher?
**** his BM like I never met her
Put the gun on her ****, like, tweak on a beam, watch it flock through the sweater
Like, like, can't wait 'til we can't catch 'em
We gon' leave that bitch on a stretcher
Like, like, smokin' Dotty, smokin' Notti, smokin' Bobby, come and try me
Spin' through the Sev' tryna catch me a—
Like, 30s and better with beam right beside me
With the Sweepers, I'm lookin' for Yagi
On Front Street totin' my Glocky
Bitch, I'm on back blocks, like, bitch I'm on SevSide, smokin' on Nazzy
[Chorus: Sdot Go]
Throw at the bros, I bet you I throw back
Get up close, that missing shit get whack
Like, bro put the beam on his—
He can't run 'cause that beam on his back
Cap was like Kobe, I guess I was Shaq
This shit so loud, like, what the **** is that?
Walkin' through 5th, I'ma black
Bro told me, "Pass it," that shit got me mad
For the bros, they gon' do what I ask
Like, shoot through they block with no mask
Notti died and I don't feel—
Notti died and I don't feel bad
Oh, that's an opp? I'm tryna shoot him fast
Ball hoggin', bet you I won't pass
Bitch, with that deuce, I don't know how to act
