[Intro – (spoken, drill bounce)]
(CJ talkin’)
Ayy...
Y’all know what happen that night, right?
Haha… let me tell y’all.
(808 slide)
You already know how it go.
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[Hook – short, catchy, drill style]
(Yeah!)
Pulled up for the meet, thought it’s sweet, they set the tone (boom!)
Shorty sent a pin, thought it’s lit, we on the road (skrrt!)
Five opps popped out, actin’ bold, tryna take control (grrah!)
We ain’t run, we stood — you already know how it go (grrah-grrah!).
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[Verse 1 – “The Setup”]
Fresh outta school, I’m chillin’, exam done, I’m good, no stress (woo!)
Linked with my crew outside, whole squad steppin’ lookin’ fresh.
Shorty walked past, my bro went up, talk slick, came back, impressed,
Said, “She said bring the gang, she got friends, we might finesse.”
(Yeah yeah)
Nine o’clock came, phone ping, she sent that addy fast,
We hopped in the car, music loud, whole gang ready to blast.
We pull up to the spot, she standin’ solo — vibe look tense,
Somethin’ off, I peeped the scene, then five dudes jumped the fence.
(Boom!)
They surround us talkin’ wild, said they know our moves from K1 block,
They talk tough, we stand strong, hands twitchin’, ready to rock.
Then one reached for his piece, pulled it out — cold metal gleam,
My bro said, “Shoot me then, boy!” — made the whole block scream.
(Skrrt!)
Shorty stepped in quick, “Chill, don’t shoot, let ’em walk away.”
They told us, “Leave this street, or y’all won’t see another day.”
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[Hook – repeated for bounce]
Pulled up for the meet, thought it’s sweet, they set the tone (boom!)
Shorty sent a pin, thought it’s lit, we on the road (skrrt!)
Five opps popped out, actin’ bold, tryna take control (grrah!)
We ain’t run, we stood — you already know how it go (grrah-grrah!).
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[Verse 2 – “The Flip”]
They think we soft, they think we ran — nah, we played it calm,
We followed from the shadows, four deep, no fear, no alarm.
They split up down the corner, shooter all alone — bad play,
We crept up quiet, masked up, hit him hard, broad day.
(Grrah-boom!)
Dropped him quick, he hit the ground, no words, just pain,
Grabbed his piece, tucked it tight — now we back in lane.
No talk, no brag, just a code — you start, we end,
You send a trap, we flip it back, no mercy, no pretend.
We dipped through alleys, backstreets — mission locked and sealed,
In this life, you take what’s yours — or get caught in the field.
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[Hook – final, darker tone]
Pulled up for the meet, thought it’s sweet, they set the tone (boom!)
Shorty sent a pin, thought it’s lit, we on the road (skrrt!)
Five opps popped out, actin’ bold, tryna take control (grrah!)
We ain’t run, we stood — you already know how it go (grrah-grrah!).
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[Outro – talking drill tone]
(CJ talkin’)
Ayy...
They thought we was gon’ fold.
They ain’t know we was ready for that.
Room 2, we hold it down, feel me?
You already know how it go... (fade out gun clicks and bass).
