[Verse 1: Sdot Go & Jay Hound]
T-Throw at the bros, I bet you I throw back
Get up close, don't miss 'cause shit'll get wack
Like, bro put the beam on his—
He-He can't run 'cause the beam on his back
Kapp was like Kobe, I guess I was Shaq
This shit so loud, like, what the fuck 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—
N-Notti died, and I don't feel bad
Oh, that's a opp? I'm tryna shoot him fast
Ball hard, I bet you I won't pass
Bitch, with that deuce, I don't know how to act (Like, graah, graah)
[Verse 2: Jay Hound]
I started flickin', left a whole lot of metal (Graah-graah, boom)
I tried to up it, lil' bro 'bout to get him
Thinkin' about runnin'? No way they gon' let you
I'm a Hound, got the trench tryna send him
.40 barkin', I heard an echo (Heard an echo)
Said, it's up, it been up from the get-go
Like, Naz tryna do 'em like Yellow
S-Seven in a—, shit ootin like Melo
I bend blocks with my heat, it was brick
I got through a lot, ain't no way that I miss (Graah-graah, boom)
Brodie look back, two shots made him—, like
L-Look back, two shots made him trip
Two hands on the gun, I need grip
On that-On that block, brodie dump at the rip
Move out the way, I ain't tryna hit a—
Like, remember, Edot got shot through his piece
T-Throw at the bros, I bet you I throw back
Get up close, don't miss 'cause shit'll get wack
Like, bro put the beam on his—
He-He can't run 'cause the beam on his back
Kapp was like Kobe, I guess I was Shaq
This shit so loud, like, what the fuck 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—
N-Notti died, and I don't feel bad
Oh, that's a opp? I'm tryna shoot him fast
Ball hard, I bet you I won't pass
Bitch, with that deuce, I don't know how to act (Like, graah, graah)
[Verse 2: Jay Hound]
I started flickin', left a whole lot of metal (Graah-graah, boom)
I tried to up it, lil' bro 'bout to get him
Thinkin' about runnin'? No way they gon' let you
I'm a Hound, got the trench tryna send him
.40 barkin', I heard an echo (Heard an echo)
Said, it's up, it been up from the get-go
Like, Naz tryna do 'em like Yellow
S-Seven in a—, shit ootin like Melo
I bend blocks with my heat, it was brick
I got through a lot, ain't no way that I miss (Graah-graah, boom)
Brodie look back, two shots made him—, like
L-Look back, two shots made him trip
Two hands on the gun, I need grip
On that-On that block, brodie dump at the rip
Move out the way, I ain't tryna hit a—
Like, remember, Edot got shot through his piece
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