Producer: Platzus/Taz Taylor
Lyrics: Adam John Grandmaison/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/James Baker
Music: Adam John Grandmaison/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/James Baker/Javorian Duvron Grimes
Gang, gang (nigga)
Five times seven bullets rip you apart
Beep, beep
Gang, gang
You know how the **** we rockin' man (know how the **** we rock shit)
Free Santana, man, free J Roc, free Sticky
Free Pimpyz, man (free Pimpyz, nigga)
Free Tay-K
Gang
You-you-you was on some opp shit
I was cruisin' down a nigga block with the chopstick
Rockstar bitch, now I need a rock bitch
We want beef, not veggies, not squash, nigga
That-that-that boy like to talk (gang), we popped out with mops
You gon' shoot a little, we gon' shoot a lot
I rock out with the chop, nigga, I rock very hard (very hard)
She thought it was my dick but my Glock very hard
School was very hard (gang), nigga, I'm very hard (gang)
Tay-K very hard (hard), Tay-K fairly off
Chop-chop-chopper with a blade, 'cause my nigga goth
1911, Ma I'll leave you with a scar
My mama so hard (gang), my daddy go hard (gang)
Tay-K fairly odd, Tay-K very hard
This thooka is my wand, Tay-K fairly odd
Chopper with a blade, it's gon' rip you apart
You's a monkey nigga, so we knock your tree apart (nigga)
Bullets aim far, bullets aim far
Tay-K very hard, Tay-K very hard (yeah, yeah)
Nigga, I'm very hard, (hard)
Nigga, I'm very hard (that's on my mama)
Rock like a guitar ('tar)
Draw down on a opp (huh), while he smokin' in his car (car)
We gon' smoke 'em like a 'gar ('gar)
.9 and a TEC (TEC), leave a nigga wet (wet)
Smokin' so much gas (gas, gas, gas),
I think that I can fuel a jet
You niggas are nothin' but some workers (workers)
Internet lurkers (lurkers), searchers (searchers)
Stay up out my circle (my circle)
He talk down on internet, hurt him
Murk him (hurt), dirt him (hurt)
White tee, nigga, I ought to serve him
Careful with an opp nigga
AR-15 and that ho come with a stock, nigga (stock, nigga)
Bloc Nation, nigga (nigga), so I need a Block nigga (Block nigga)
He was talkin' trash, put his ass in the garbage (garbage)
You-you-you was on some opp shit
I was cruisin' down a nigga block with the chopstick
Rockstar bitch, now I need a rock bitch
We want beef, not veggies, not squash, nigga
That-that-that boy like to talk (gang), we popped out with mops
You gon' shoot a little, we gon' shoot a lot
I rock out with the chop, nigga, I rock very hard (very hard)
She thought it was my dick but my Glock very hard
Tay-K very hard, Tay-K very hard
Nigga, I'm very hard, nigga, I'm very hard