[Verse 1: Goose]
Aye yo click clack, fired off
A limb bout to come off
50 shots on a opp leave yo mans loose
Beef shot butching opps in my lane Im clapping
With the Maj on the track so we started rapping
Spot a opp in my lane he better not be lacking
We bout to turn up on a New Era of my tape
Shooting choppas, bullets, opps they about to mate
We gettin money over here, so keep eating
Shoot up a bunch of opps and leave yo mans beefin
[Verse 2: Lik]
b**h got a fat a** I'mma f** her
Throw them balls at her like Rutgers
Aye, you know Im beefin
Im the Lik, Im skeeting (oooo)
[Verse 3: Goose]
(Bang) got the Maj in the cut
He bout to come out take a an*l up the bu*t
[Verse 4: Maj]
Maj on the track Im bout to cut it up and tear it up
Last night I got ta do it so i f**ed it up
Then I f**ed up the room can I pay for it
Black money ain't the type but I payed for it