[Intro: Jay Hound]
(Get to the money)
(Ayo, Double, you killed that, on foenem grave) Grrah
Grrah, grrah, boom, like
Lit when the—
Lit when the Sweeps pullin' up
Yo, Dot, focus up
[Chorus: Jay Hound]
Yo, Dot, focus up (Uh-huh)
It get lit when the Sweeps pullin' up (Baow, baow, baow)
.40 put him to sleep, NyQuil in the gun
Nazzy start ootin' like Book' on the Suns (Like)
Beam on the G, ain't no way you gon' run (Uh-huh)
If he loaf on that block, Baby Sweep throw a ton
And I got aim, no, it ain't about luck
We got the city, let's keep it a buck
[Verse 1: Jay Hound]
Like, Lil' Neaky was stuck (Like, like)
How the fuck Neaky ain't in my blunt? (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Shot after shot on that block, that was us
Lil' bro sturdy, he start movin' clutch
On the, on the— shh, no, we ain't get enough (Uh-huh)
On that block, I was movin' too— (Baow, baow)
We was troopin' through eighth, bro was throwin' like Russ (Grrah, grrah)
And I wеnt ku on that block when I spun (TTGz do hits)
Big G2 wrappin' him up (Like, like)
Lil' Dеl, we was slappin' him up
I bet I throw out the back of the— like
I bet I throw out the back of the truck (Out the back of the truck)
'Bout to— 'Bout to flick, but the D's in the cut (D's in the cut)
I brought my heart with a whole lot of love (Uh-huh)
Get off that block, I was lightin' it up (Grrah, grrah)
If I catch a hit, then I go on a run (Flock, flock)
Bullets flyin', they kickin' like Lee (Like, like)
Lil' bro tryna hop out the—
Lil' bro, he insane, tryna hop out the V
And we on hundo, spinnin' in a Jeep (Like)
Baby go on a drill, he'll tweak
And deadies upon whoever in the P's
Ooters is flickin' anything they see (Like, like)
Sweepers is sweepin' tryna catch the— (Like)
[Verse 2: Sdot Go]
Me and bro two deep, we was lurkin' outside, let me tell a story on how it went (Like, grrah, grrah)
That's TMB who I see?
I'm-I'm 'bout to throw before he get to dip
Like, hold on, I can't breathe
Like, I think he faster than Rick
Bro in my ear like, "Why this shit won't click?" (Come here)
He got low on his mans, why the fuck he ain't trip?
Like, like, I'm tryna catch him
The way I'm shootin' my G, it's impressive (Grrah, grrah, boom)
He think I won't boom, he playin' with my bop
Like, I'm not the one to be testin'
After I throw, he gon' go with the reverend (Word to bro)
Bendin' through fifth 'fore I end up on second
I'm 'bout to flock at this nigga, don't tell me to chill
Like, let me fix my gesture
Let-let me get it together
Doub-double hand when I flick make it better
Came 'round chop, I'ma pull up my sweater
He try to reach, that's the day I won't let him (Grrah, grrah, boom)
If I'm throwin' shots, just call me the QB 'cause I bet the opps catch this shit like Odell Beckham
[Verse 3: Jay Hound & Sdot Go]
Like, like, I'm the aggressor (The aggressor)
Rollie came with his G throwin' pressure (Grrah, grrah)
I kept on flickin', no, I cannot let up (Like, like)
She tried to line me, won't fall for the— (Come here)
Like, I won't fall for the setup (Come here)
Like, in the spot, I made 'em get they bread up (Uh-huh)
[Chorus: Jay Hound & Sdot Go]
Yo, Dot, focus up (Like, like)
It get lit when the Sweeps pullin' up (Grrah, grrah, boom)
.40 put him to sleep, NyQuil in the gun
Nazzy start ootin' like Book' on the Suns
Beam on the G, ain't no way you gon' run (Word to bro)
If he loaf on that block, Baby Sweep throw a ton (Baby Sweep throw a ton, grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I got aim, no, it ain't about luck (Grrah, grrah, what?)
We got the city, let's keep it a buck (TTGz do hits)
[Outro: Sdot Go & Jay Hound]
Grrah, grrah, like, like
We got the city, let's keep it a buck
We got the city, let's keep it a— (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Flock, flock, grrah, grrah
TTGz do hits, nigga
