[Lil Durk]
Yeah, gang
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
Ain´t gon´ lie, we on this bitch geeked as hell
Switches and Dracs

Yeah

[Lil Durk]
Man, that shit I said ´bout dude, ain´t write that, they ain´t like that
Man, them 7.62s all to his face and he can´t fight that
Niggas talkin´ ´bout who they killed in here, psh, man, where my pipe at?
Ain´t gon´ lie, I don´t need no cash, it take two Percs to get your life snatched, I´m a gangsta

[Lil Durk]
You can´t name a  from the other side ain´t died yet
I ain´t takin´ threats, the man that killed your mans ain´t died yet
Foenem take your shit, I cannot argue with ´еm, bag back

Since you woofin´ like you killin´, grab your gun and slide back

[Moneybagg Yo]
Been MIA, I just got back, jеt from Dubai to Memphis Tenn´
Lil A cray-cray, call him Beyblade, pull the string and watch ´em spin
Ain´t no comin´ back from shit, I´m not the type to make amends
Penthouse suite or TSA, the only place I´m checkin´ in
Didn´t get you here but got your man, I heard they pulled a triple spin
Let´s celebrate and crack a eighth, I´m on that Wock´ with Trip again
I´m still stuck on what you said, what the fuck you mean you scared?

Since they can´t keep me off their mind, I´m tryna put one in their head
First it was our beef, now you talking ´bout it´s my beef
They playin´ both sides, lil´ bro keep them folks from ´round me
ATL, been hittin´ the block, like every day, tryna sweep somethin´
OTF, stand on their business, I let Zoo put on my budget

[Lil Durk]
You can´t name a  from the other side ain´t died yet
I ain´t takin´ threats, the man that killed your mans ain´t died yet
Foe´nem take your shit, I cannot argue with ´em, bag back

Since you woofin´ like you killin´, grab your gun and slide back

[EST Gee]
Gotti gave me seven-fifty, I ain´t get fresh, I went bought straps
How much cash they got for Gee? Tell ´em, "We gon´ triple that"
Finessed the grower, told ´em, "I ain´t like it," he said, "Send it back"
All my brothers´ case dismissed, we got a lawyer, nigga, we don´t rat
Boy, your life gon´ cost a ´Vette, all that woofin´ on the ´net
Tell your big brother he next, trappin´ fentanyl out a ´Cat
My big bro had told me, "Chill and rap", I´m like, "Fuck all that"

Niggas want that smoke until their lungs collapsed, I turn my hood Iraq
Hurry now, we got-got switches on it with a drum attached
SLS, nigga, try turn to a jet, ain´t no outrunnin´ that
Rep like they killed Red, what I do? Flew to the crib
And spin again and spin again and spin again ´til somethin´ dead