Lil Neal on the track, so you know the beat retar—
Ayy, Chris, what you on, bro?
Gimme a joke
What you on, bro? (Doin´ shit, back when I was doin´ this shit), hah

Ayy, it´s YoungBoy (I ain´t on shit)
You already know me, alright, I ain´t on shit, nigga
I´m on that same shit, gang shit

Murder gang, big boolin´ shit (Boolin´ shit)
Smokin´ dope on some coolin´ shit (Coolin´ shit)
Don´t tell me to go fuck with it
Nigga, if you don´t want do this shit
Tell me how you won´t do this shit
FN, Glock, MAC-10s
Comin´ at me on no foolish shit (Bitch)
Pullin´ in, we spray ´em then (Lay it on)
Niggas steady chokin´ from our gun smoke (Pop-pop)
These niggas start to runnin´ when my gun blow (Pop-pop)
This shit can go each way, we gon´ let it blow (Pop-pop)

Pull up, choppers at your throat (Pop), knockin´ at your door

I roll like Ox, we gon´ have some problems (Yeah)
Pussy nigga who won´t do it with the dotta, yeah
Whack shit, spray this bitch all at your mama (Brrap)
Or at your mammy, whatever you gon´ call her (Ahh, bitch)
I´ma walk in with a thirty stick (Thirty)
Move on, I´ma shoot this bitch (Ha)
Say somethin´, I ain´t goin´ back on nothin´ (Nah)
Load up, bullet through that shit (Through it)
Long cutter with the coolin´ kit
Hold a shotta, real strong it kick (Through his ass)
Kill ´em all, I don´t know who to get (Buck)

Lay ´em down, and that stupid bitch
No, oh, no, I got Herm, on God (God)
Wildin´ out with these murder cards
Slime nigga, that´s Blood gang (Slime)
Ridin´ ´round with that murder squad (Squad)
Who said they gon´ kill? Ayy, I
Fuck nigga, they don´t know YoungBoy
Broke niggas gon´ see these cars (Gon´ see these cars)
Pullin´ up, hoppin´ out with rods

Murder gang, we just boolin´ shit
Smokin´ dope on some coolin´ shit (Coolin´)
Don´t tell me to go fuck with it
Nigga, if you don´t want do this shit (Yeah)
Tell me how you won´t do this shit (Baow)
FN, Glock, MAC-10s
Comin´ at me on no foolish shit

Pullin´ in, we spray ´em then (Lay it on)
Niggas steady chokin´ from our gun smoke
These niggas start to runnin´ when my gun blow (Pop-pop)
This shit can go each way, we gon´ let it blow
Pull up, choppers at your throat, knockin´ at your door

Hah (What you on, bro?) Yeah, huh (We gon´ let it blow)
You know it´s 4K Trey, north side dirty, ayy (Choppers at your throat)
Ain´t nobody safe, we put guns to the face, who gon´ die today?
Ol´ bitch-ass nigga, slime
Blood gang, big boolin´ shit, yeah, hah
Smokin´ dope on some coolin´ shit
Yeah, you know what it is, free Choppa Boy