Drill
(Intro)
On my mother fucking Tec
On my mother fucking Tec
Dope gang, gang gang
L Block, Block block
On my mother fucking Tec
On my mother fucking Tec

(Hook)
I just spent 600 on a tech
Please don't make me act just like a ref
I just spent 200 on my coop
Just so I can stunt and drop the roof
I just spent a band on a chopper
Please don't make me put that on my father
I just spent a band on a chopper
Please don't make me call up all my shottas

[Verse 1: Lite Feva]
I just spent a band on a chopper
Please don't make me put that on my father
Boy you know that nigga be dead
Point this shit at you,  you know you dead
Shoot that little Don C off your head
Fuck the other side make sure he dead
Strictly head shots don't aim for legs
Dope gang to the L'z we ain't playing(L'z L'z)
Pull up then we get the spraying
We pull up they get the laying
Then they mamas get the praying
No Holy Ghost I got him shaken
I got the labels like I'll take him
And all this shit be real no  faking
I call up Ivo do the Job (Ivo!)
Take yo face it ain't that hard
Hook

[Verse 2: Tye Black]
I just spent a band on a chopper
I pull the trigger sound like Waka
Please don't make me put that on my mama
I come and I get ya
60 shot in this handgun won't miss ya
Black and white no referee I'm official
I trap and I rap
Get money for sure they know it's a fact
Spend then I'm making it back
Fuck a fight man I'm taking your life
I catch a plea then tonight
Ball then I'm taking a flight
Chill for a couple of nights
Back to the town let's get it
These Niggas be rapping
But they Rap and we live it
Putting nails in the wall only time they drilling
Balmain's with the Margiela's my swag just dripping
Drop two on the coop this foriegn I'm whipping
Give them Youngings a band they leaving you missing

Hook
[Verse 3: Young God Ivo]

I just split Some bands with my mans (Split them Racks)
Now I'm gone hit the trap and flip them grams (and get it back)
These Niggas they be telling taking stands
Free all of my felons in them cans
We pull-up don't get caught up in the jam
Blew that shit then that fuck nigga he ran
We clear the crowd we watch them Niggas scram
You know I keep the Tommy just like Pam
I'm that nigga
I be posted with them killas
Run up on the L block
Then we pull a couple triggers
Pay 600 for the Tec
But we still got some more figures
Do a hit it'll leave him stretched
When we ride on them 4 wheelers and
We them niggas
Bro just copped the chopper
Hopping out them all black trucks
We sending niggas to the doctor
Niggas singing like a opera
Crack his shell like he a lobster
All my niggas with the shits
No pretending no imposters
(Hook)