[Intro: Dread Woo]
Grrt, pow, pow, pow
Free the fuckin' members, nigga
RJ, Dafi, SP, Kigz
All o' them, nigga
Don't fuck around, nigga
Woo, woo, grrah, grrah
Big 092, look, woo

[Chorus: Dread Woo]
Throwin' like Brady, don't be the receiver (Brr, pow)
Dropped outta school, makin' more than my teacher (Dickhead, dummy)
How that's your wifey? For me she a eater
If it ain't Dior, then Gucci the sneaker (Woo, woo)
That boy too soft, he gon' talk in the precinct

[Verse 1: Dread Woo]
I'm with the demons, no hidin', we seekin' (Brr)
Send that boy up, catch the flight on the weekend
Stay on alert 'cause I know they be creepin' (Woo)
Brady, look, gang
It's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else
'Cause that'd be a extra witness
Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest
No this ain't Planet Fitness
I'm tryna beat the box, 1942, I feed her shots (Woo, woo)
And you know how we tease the opp, drop a check, I make him see it drop (Yeah, yeah)
And she drive the boat (Drive), dick in her mouth and I'm all in her throat (Shake it)
Ask your girl, I'm the goat (Facts), can't name one time, you run up, I ain't throw (Woo)
Bitch, it's Dread Woo, you know I get racks (Woo, yeah)
Tell 'em get back (Woo)
He getting flipped, thought it was a pack (Hold on, facts)
He ain't make it back (Uh)
I call up Shank, know he movin' tact (Woo, burner)
Totin' on a strap (Woo)
Who these niggas dressed in all black? (Grrt, baow, baow)
Huh, yo, Pop, them niggas cap (Cap)
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