[Hook x2: SD]
Boy don't get whacked, boy we stay strapped
Yeah we done climbed back, we stay totting the gat'

Yeah we don't want, boy don't get smoked
I got my ^!$$%s out here, they totting the blow


[Verse 1: SD]
Boy don't get whacked, you might be next
And if you playing with my money you get stretched

Cause we got vets, don't shoot at chests
And if you running, best be ducking from the tech
You lose your neck, no disrespect

These (*##$es on me, they can't $#&@ me, I'mma wretch
We thumbing through a check, these (*##$es on my dick
And if his man's got it we gon' rob him on the set

I make your (*##$ regret, she $#&@ me in the set
This Glock will leave her stitched, (*##$ I ball like Dominic
We shooting no regrets, like ?

I know that I'm the %#@!, I can buy the mall with this

[Hook]


[Verse 2: Gino Marley]
Boy don't get whacked, my ^!$$%s strapped

We known for running through them racks to get it back
Them pistols clap, and shells attack
If you a target you get hit, then it's a wrap

I smoke blunts in the back, counting racks
Riding through the city with a pistol on my lap
My ^!$$%s blow that sack, back to work and get it back

(*##$ I ball like Money Mitch, for the %#@! you could get whacked
Play quarterback, then you get sacked
Take you down and you won't get a quarter back

Play quarterback, then you get sacked
Take you down and for that %#@! you could get whacked
Squad


[Hook]