[B Lovee]
(Glo made that beat?)
Grrah
Grrah-grrah
Look

Fuck all the opps we gon´
First think its sweet, we gon´ click at his hat
Fed´s on our ass but we makin´ it
Look

[B Lovee]
Fuck all the opps, spin the front and the back
If we catch a opp lackin´, we click at his hat
Fed´s on our ass but we makin´ it tact´
I´m bussin´, I´m geekin´, I can not relax
You lovin´ that thot, but we hit her in the trap
If he throw up OY then he meetin´ his death
I´ma tweak on a bitch if she droppin´ the set
Pour a deuce in a Faygo, I sip for the stress

[B Lovee]
If he movin´ wocky then I´m bound to react
Bullets beat on his chest and then come out his back

Who lookin´ for me? They know where I´m at
He come through my way, put the beam on his chest
I be tryna trust, she keep lyin´ to me
Bitches out here, they be dyin´ to meet
Everywhere that I go, keep the iron on me
I´m too deep in this shit, niggas plottin´ on me
One in the head, heard he slidin´ on me
You get caught at the light then I´m flockin´ the V´
I see the opps, I ain´t coppin´ a plea
I got new opps I been dyin´ to meet
If he uppin´ on me, then he dyin´ on me
No I ain´t gon´ play, I´m gon´ up it and flame
Niggas talkin´ on bro, make him dance like he Dane
And he hit the floor, put some feets on his brain
I don´t need to be broke to go snatch me a chain
I don´t need me a pill to go put in some pain

BigDieY, we ain´t jackin´ that gang
If he scream RPT, then we lettin´ it flame
We get money, we get tipsy
It get ugly, clips empty
So don´t try to run ´cause I´m gon´ get risky
We gon´ run if he run, I´m gon´ turn him to Ricky
Get the addy, we right at his doormat
First one come to the door, make ´em fall back
Young shooters, I swear that they on that
They get it done and they spinnin´ the four pack

[Dougie B]
(AAAAOOOO)
Step in my shoes, that shit give you the chills
Got a mil´ on my name, every deal is a mil´
I ain´t dissin´ no mo´, niggas tellin´ me chill
Swisher Sweet, it been tweak, give a fuck how you feel

If he mention the dead, bet he flyin´ with Dub´
I ain´t speak on the dead cause I really got love
Oh they linked in the back? Then the feature a dub
(AAAAOOOO)
Now look, one false move then I blast in this bitch, like
One quick spin, yeah, we clappin´ ´em quick
If you scream the wrong gang, we ain´t havin´ that shit
Gotta stay in one side, gotta die with that clique
And when I come around niggas laughin´ and shit
But when I´m not around they be chattin´ and shit
Never settle for nothin´, gotta keep it buggin´
If she try to line, I´ma die with the bitch
Grrah-grrah, bah-bah, bussin´ and shit
GBG, DOA, up in this shit

Ain´t no love in this bitch, give a fuck who you wit´
Big EBK, give a fuck who you is

[B Lovee]
Fuck all the opps, spin the front and the back
If we catch a opp lackin´, we click at his hat
Fed´s on our ass but we makin´ it tact´
I´m bussin´, I´m geekin´, I can not relax
You lovin´ that thot, but we hit her in the trap
If he throw up OY then he meetin´ his death
I´ma tweak on a bitch if she droppin´ the set
Pour a deuce in a Faygo, I sip for the stress

Droppin´ a O, we keep it official
´Sup DieOY? We gon´ keep an assist
Lets tweak on a bitch
That´s BigDieOY, we gon keep all the shit