[Intro: WockHardt]
Bitch
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Mmm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz)

[Chorus: WockHardt]
Late night, on they block, tryna creep
Only brodie, was glocky and me
Get up close, tryna aim at his uh
Get up close, when we hop out the V
Three opps got poked, a lot got shot
I made shh duck his top when he ran into me
Bullets fly, poppin’ out, 3D
He get flocked if he jack GBG

[Verse 1: 150 EBK]
He got poked, where the fuck was his team?
Three poles, if you want him to scream
I get close, ain’t no shootin’ from deep
Made him run, only turned on the beam
Seen his pops on the block, he a fiend
She gon' line him up, just for the green
Pulled up, slippin’, left him off the lean
Makin’ movies, they be makin’ scenes

[Verse 2: Humble Gz]
Like, who I smoke? That’s Melly
Like, Boomer got left by the telly
I’m with L’zzz, bitch, is you ready?
When we run into Boschi, get hit with a deady
Nigga, Roscoe got beat in the deli
Like, Notti, poked in his belly
Smoking on any dead opp from the Hill
If you jacking them niggas, then you better—
Like, then you better duck
Like, ay, yo, pass me the drum
Like, Benji, Wasca, Cane
OYK, all them niggas got punch
Like, tryna click till it’s—
Like, tryna click till it’s done
Like, grrah, like, grrah
Tryna click, 'til it’s done
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