[Intro: SOB Odee]
SOB X TSG shit, man (Go, go, go, go, go)
Shout out all my Takers (Ayy, go, go)
(They got Wooskii on the mix)
Listen, go, go
Ayy, look
[Verse 1: SOB Odee]
I like switches, don't fuck with the semi (Grr)
Bro on the E-way, he doggin' the Hemi
We got Glocks and it's really too many (Too many)
Really the youngest who runnin' my city (I'm runnin' my city)
Go where I want, man, these niggas be shook (Niggas be shook)
Big bro slimy, they know he a crook (They know he a crook)
I hate when these niggas cap on the 'book (Cap on the 'book)
Flex with that strap, but you got it took
These niggas know not to play with my gangster
Ready to shoot, I'm filled up with anger (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Put up that jersey, boy, you need a hanger
I don't fuck with goofies, I act like a stranger (A stranger)
They sayin' I gotta relax (Relax)
I tell 'em, "Fuck it, Odee finna snap" (Finna snap)
Them niggas don't really be in the trap (At all)
Bag up a boy and I'm addin' my tax
Glock 20, it came out the box (Bah, bah)
AR and I took off the stock
I bet I shoot back if you come down my block
And I know he bitch tryna be somethin' he not
I'm the reason the summer be hot
Let it get hard and I'm scrappin' the pot
He tried to flex and I'm takin' his Glock
I sprayed out the pack, ain't no raidin' the spot (Ain't no raidin' the spot)
Go, go, your nigga dead and I know this shit hurt (I know this shit hurt)
Get back, bet I'm spinnin' first
Niggas was grievin' and we made it worse (We made it worse)
I hate a bitch who be dry when I fuck (Dry when I fuck)
I put my dick in there, you better twerk (You better twerk)
I'm not from Milwaukee, but I need the bucks (I need the bucks)
Chasin' the sack 'til I run off the Earth ('Til I run off the Earth)
But wait, uh (Wait), lil' bro'll come through and spray
We standin' on business, you know we don't play (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Get out the trenches, you boys in the way
We get that location, we splackin' his face
And a fully'll do you how rapid it spray (Brr, brrah)
Leavin' school, bro passed me an eighth (Passed me an eighth)
Melly got thirty, he packin' a trey (Packin' a trey)
Fuck a big homie, no back in the day (No back in the day)
[Verse 2: MontannaATM]
We fuck up the Audi, we back in the straight
We slide through the city, ain't nobody safe
Niggas put up and they know not to play
We walkin' shit down with ARPs and Dracs
Bounce out with this switch, fifty shots in his face
He died, y'all ain't slide and that shit a disgrace
We fuckin' him up, we don't care 'bout the jakes
My lawyers is dogs, I don't care 'bout a case, you niggas is pussy
Shots hit his face, better watch how you lookin'
I don't do no lackin', this G-lock a fully
Imagine how many G-locks we done tooken
Whenever we up, bitch, we be on our bully
No bap, I don't gotta cap
Ran it up, bitch, I got to them racks
Niggas be constantly dissin', we constantly blickin'
We the reason they ass gettin' wrapped
Bitch, we up on the score by a lot
It's a button on all of my Glocks
You'll never see me alley-ooped by a thot
If she actin' fishy, the bitch gettin' shit
Niggas bitches, they hidin' in cribs
Better hope we don't find where you live
Bitch, we pull up in strikers and kill
Bitch, I'm still in the streets, fuck a deal
In the trenches, my demons is near
If we want it, we motherfuckin' take it
Shoot they block up until that bitch vacant
Catch a clapper, stand over and face him
Niggas be hoes, don't pop out with they guns
Whenever we see them boys, we gotta chase 'em
He actin' rich, but he really a bum
And that shit fucked up that you don't got no paper
