作词 : Rodarius Green/Thomas Horton/Michael Holmes Jr.
 作曲 : Thomas Horton/Rodarius Green/Michael Holmes Jr.
 Pipe that sh!t up, TNT
 You know, I don't really
 I ain’t really on that gangbanging sh!t but you know them young n!ggas
 They don't even play
 Tellin' you, know what I’m sayin'?
 It's cool to go to school, I went to school, you know what I'm sayin'?
 You know what I'm sayin'?
 (MikeMadeThe808s)
 Hit you up for life
 When I say big dawg boss, big dawg boss, you know what I'm sayin’?
 What up? What up?
 B!tch, I’m, c'mon, man, b!tch, you know what’s up with me
 Brr, hah
 Ain't got to pay no shooters, because they paid
 Tryna bodybag a n!gga and that's on Reniyah grave
 ATR and we take war sh!t deeply
 I done seen too many fall to let you b!tches beat me
 Okay, so wipe a n!gga's nose or somethin’, yeah
 Send a n!gga home or somethin', yeah
 Pop a n!gga dome or somethin', yeah
 Get a n!gga gone or somethin', yeah
 Rock out with that chrome or somethin', yeah
 Yeah, get a n!gga gone or somethin', yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Okay, go pop a n!gga dome or somethin', yeah
 Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
 N!gga, on my brother, I got a cutter with a hundred in it
 Hit a n!gga street with that heat and have him jumpin' fences
 Chris got a yopper, he the youngest but the fuxkin' dumbest
 N!ggas want war with the gang but they ain't got no money
 New rental plug, we tinted up, they never seen us comin'
 I told lil' bro that I got ten and we can fuxkin' run it
 Let's go to war, let's go to war, may the best win
 For the love of money, I seen best friends kill best friends
 Six bales and give a n!gga three hours, he'll be on the news
 I was on my way to Cali when bruh got knocked out his shoes
 From my block to your block, n!ggas is gettin' blues
 The streets ain't for these lil' boys, you better stay in school
 Ain't got to pay no shooters, because they paid
 Tryna bodybag a n!gga and then someone on your grave
 ATR and we take war sh!t deeply
 I done seen too many fall to let you b!tches beat me
 Okay, so wipe a n!gga's nose or somethin', yeah
 Send a n!gga home or somethin', yeah
 Pop a n!gga dome or somethin', yeah
 Get a n!gga gone or somethin', yeah
 Rock out with that chrome or somethin', yeah
 Yeah, get a n!gga gone or somethin', yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Okay, go pop a n!gga dome or somethin', yeah
 Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
 That's what I'm tellin' you, n!gga
 Say what the fuxk you want 'bout the gang
 I bet you still don't wanna go to war
 I bet you don't want no smoke
 This n!gga ain't got no money to be beefin', man
 You n!ggas crazier than a b!tch
 Yeah, the streets too dry to be tryna go to war with a n!gga with some money, man
 Three, four racks, man, he'll walk right up on your ass
 Better stop playin're!