[Intro: Polo G]
Ayy, this that real block pressure, we apply, we don’t let up (Nah)
Told my youngins, spin again, make sure that fuckboy never get up (Boom, boom!)
We been slidin’ since the trenches, ain’t no way we ever switch up (Never!)
Hundred shots up in that rental, tryna catch him when he slip up (Skrrt!)
[Chorus: Polo G]
Bitch, we put switches on them Glocks, we ain't playin' fair (Nah)
Hollows hit his chest, his lungs collapsed, he gaspin’ air (Boom, boom!)
All that dissin’ on the net, now his ass ain't nowhere (Where he at?)
Caught him lackin’ out in traffic, now his homies scared (Facts!)
[Verse 1: Polo G]
I was raised up in thеm trenches, ain't no love, just murdеr talk (Yeah)
Told my shorty keep his blick, we see a opp, we let it off (Boom!)
Ain't no time for all that talkin’, bitch, we out here chalkin’ opps (Facts)
Tried to run, but he ain’t fast enough, got hit up in his top (Brrt!)
I been slidin’ with them demons, all my killers trained to go (Go!)
Pistol poppin’ out the window, tryna up the fuckin’ score (Boom!)
He was flexin’ on the ‘Gram, now his brains all on the floor (Boom!)
Fuck his gang, fuck his family, we gon’ even out the score (Ha!)
I got racks up in my jeans, but I still be in the field (Yeah)
Told my shorty wipe his nose, he caught a body, he ain't chill (Nah)
All these diamonds on my neck, but still keep switches on the steel (Brrt!)
Told my killers, get that addy, we gon’ make his mama kneel (Boom!)
Bitch, I came up out the mud, I ain't never needed luck (Never)
Seen his ass at that store, he froze up, he outta luck (Hah)
We ain’t throwin’ hands, bitch, we tryna hit him up (Boom, boom!)
If he make it out alive, best believe we spin it up (Bitch!)
[Chorus: Polo G & Lil Vonzy]
Bitch, we put switches on them Glocks, we ain't playin' fair (Nah)
Hollows hit his chest, his lungs collapsed, he gaspin’ air (Boom, boom!)
All that dissin’ on the net, now his ass ain't nowhere (Where he at?)
Caught him lackin’ out in traffic, now his homies scared (Facts!)
[Verse 2: Lil Vonzy & G Herbo]
(Lil Vonzy)
Ayy, I be out here trappin’, I ain’t worried ‘bout no opps (Nah)
If we catch him out of bounds, we gon’ send him to the box (Boom!)
Niggas talkin’ crazy till we pull up with them chops (Brrt!)
Hundred rounds up in the drum, let it bang non-stop (Grrrah!)
Told my killers spin again, we ain't leavin’ none (Nah)
Fuck his mama, fuck his daddy, we gon’ kill his son (Boom!)
Ain’t no mercy where I’m from, we don’t show no love (Nah)
I got members in the cut, masked up like a thug (Grrt!)
(G Herbo)
Ayy, headshot, closed casket, that’s how we do (Boom!)
Got his family cryin’ hard, now they missin' dude (Ha!)
Pussy boy was flexin’ racks, now that shit is mine (Gimme that!)
Took his bitch too, now she suckin' all the time (Yeah!)
Gotta keep that pole, ‘cause these niggas want me dead (Hah)
But I'm standin’ on my shit, put some racks up on his head (Boom!)
[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Catch him lackin’, fuck his homies, we gon’ drop 'em all (Boom!)
He was woofin’ on the ‘Gram, now he stretched out in the hall (Ha!)
If I up it, I ain't missin’, bitch, I’m accurate with aim (Boom!)
Caught him with his baby mama, turned that whip into a grave (Skrrt!)
We got 50s, we got Dracs, we got choppers with the beams (Brrt!)
Caught his ass up out the club, now his face up on the screen (Ha!)
Ain’t no mercy in my city, we just make the news (Boom!)
Put his body in a bag, leave him slumped up on his shoes (Bitch!)
[Chorus: Polo G]
Bitch, we put switches on them Glocks, we ain't playin' fair (Nah)
Hollows hit his chest, his lungs collapsed, he gaspin’ air (Boom, boom!)
All that dissin’ on the net, now his ass ain't nowhere (Where he at?)
Caught him lackin’ out in traffic, now his homies scared (Facts!)
[Outro: Polo G]
Yeah, you know how we rockin’, nigga
Ain’t no passes in this shit, we step on shit for real
Fuck the other side, fuck what they talkin’ ‘bout
Glocks, Dracs, switches, yeah, all that, nigga
Get caught slippin’, you ain’t makin’ it home, bitch
