Dougie got shot, now he walk with a limp
Like, when I up it, he fell over with a fist
Like, I'm tryna send him right up with his friend
Like-like, I see Thunder, we flickin' again
If he make a wrong move, we gon' do him like six
And Edot got shot, wasn't seen ever since
And if we want Cartier, we gon' shoot at his mans
Like, he was smokin' on my deads and went missin'
Bend through thе Hill tryna catch a O slippin'
No, he try to run 'til I up it and flick it
Fuck-fuck the stroller, I'ma lift it
Beat on his mother, make her think it's Christmas
Kick down the door 'cause this shit on my hidness