Young Ren and Mr. P
 Trained ass D
 Yeah  this shit is the smell
 This like a full scam plot
 Man (E D C)
 Me and my homies from the D C nigga
 Stompin through like this
 Why how the fuck can you figure
 That you can never fuck with us
 Cause we puttin' it down
 Shakin' it down
 I mean we breakin' it down
 Young Ren
 (Young Ren)
 Aw yeah well let me spit on a mental tip
 Quit bein' a bitch
 If you wanna be down with this
 Finally actin'
 Game lackin'
 Man I'm slappin'
 Quit playa jackin' off the Doja Clik tactics
 I'm out this
 Clap this alll you want
 But you won't rise
 You better realize
 I'm goin' to sabatoge
 It was never no surprise
 When I empty through the cats
 Bucked everybody
 Bitch shut the fuck up
 Rollled up to the hold up
 With my nine milimeter
 Don't erin what you got
 I got a full pack of heaters
 Call me a cheater
 Cause I'm fully equiped
 Out smarted by Young Ren
 Pee Body from the Doja Clik
 Me and that Doja shit
 Smokin' on that grip tonight (yeah)
 And all my niggas ready to rip the night
 Old school Gladis Nyple
 We ain't fuckin' with the clip
 Six fingers in the air
 Cause it's that eastside shit
 Yeah, you better flip no script
 Or write a new page
 Or have a gadge point to your craneum
 Cause actin' like you
 We fade em'
 Eighty-one shot
 Murder one with my block
 Think I got
 Will I get caught
 (??)
 Chorus x2
 We bust shots at the cops
 The full scam plot
 Just you never get out
 Juck gettin' caught
 A lot a hustle
 And lots of jackin'
 Shit ain't change, we in this game
 Keepin' it real shakin' the lame
 Move get away on my mind
 Still holdin' on my nine
 But theres no withness droppin' dime
 So I'm kinda hard to find
 Got no blind
 Vision bury
 Try to pop me in a hurry
 Niggas turn scurry
 All because I wouldn't serve the
 No D or no weed
 Because his heart was full of greed
 Keep fuckin' with these g's
 And catch top of the line hittin'
 No heart beat
 Got you frozen from you head down to your feet
 You've been served by E-D-C
 Young Ren and Mr. Pee Body
 The man with all black shot
 Had to be my nigga
 Actin' like his name was Scott
 I shot him
 Did it long range as I got him
 Left him in the dungeon
 Razor one told me to ride it
 Can't stop him from bein' deal
 With multiple wounds to the head
 I guess how we feared
 Since we did him in and fled
 Off in the Chev
 Whole town turned bloody red
 We can't stop
 We took the full scam plot, huh
 Chorus x3
 My homies from the D-C nigga...till fade