[Intro: G Herbo]
Ayy, you know what the fuck goin’ on
Southside shit, we been pressin’ since youngins
Ain't no passes, ain't no mercy, we apply that pressure
Lil Vonzy, let’s get it
[Chorus: G Herbo]
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: G Herbo]
I been spinnin’ since a shorty, I was raised up on the field (Yeah)
If a opp get outta line, we make his blood spill (Boom)
Bitch, we really step on shit, we do this shit for real (For rеal)
Catch his ass lackin', we gon’ roll him like a wheel (Skrrt!)
Ain't no talkin’, ain’t no postin’, we just sеnd them shots (Boom, boom!)
Run up on me wrong, I bet his body drop (Hah)
We got Glocks, we got Dracs, we got FN’s too (Brrt!)
Chase him down, fuck a witness, get that nigga too (Boom!)
I ain’t tryna fight, I ain't throwin’ hands (Nah)
Hollow tips will make him fold like a rubber band (Boom!)
If you claimin’ what he claim, then you gon’ meet the same fate (Yeah)
Put a switch up on the Glock, make it vibrate (Brrt!)
Shooters posted on the block, they ain’t never left (Uh)
Send some shots, make him dance like he Michael Phelps (Yeah)
I ain't worried 'bout no case, we gon’ swap them plates (Skrrt!)
Caught him at the light, turned his whip into a wake (Boom!)
Fuck his gang, fuck his homies, we gon’ drop 'em all (All)
All that cappin’ on the ‘Gram, got his name up on the wall (Ha)
[Chorus: G Herbo & 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]
Bitch, I'm 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!)
Ayy, I got shooters in the trenches, they don’t never sleep (Nah)
If he try to duck, we gon’ leave him in the street (Boom!)
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!)
Ayy, my youngins thirsty, they gon’ slide without a deal (Brrt!)
They just want a body, they ain't lookin’ for no mills (Nah)
Left his body in the trunk, he ain't comin’ back (Boom!)
When you play with us, bitch, you better keep a strap (Facts!)
[Chorus: G Herbo]
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!)
