text: This is Kelsey
  Woo, woo, woo
  092MLB
  I make a call and its war, huh?
  09s to the cloccs, man
  Run up, get done up, nigga
  Spin the block, nigga
  Fuck is you talkin bout?
  09s, 100cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga
  Whats up nigga? GDK, nigga 
  We really do this, nigga
  Whats up, nigga? Spin the block, grrr, GDK
  Step on the field, watch em crumble 
  Talking for what but you aint no work in
  All that talk but you aint wanna rumble 
  Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt 
  Send shots, hit you and your uncle 
  Talkin for what but you aint put in work 
  Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle 
  Dont be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt
  Yeah, Im not with the talkin or linkin shit, disrespect nigga, lit
  I just stick to the breesh, lay low cause these niggas be ignorant
  Friday, Im hittin shit, where Im parkin my Vs like this 
  Flatbush got me stuck onna bracelet 
  Tell the DA, "I aint writing no statements" 
  Big boot, have you stuck in the pavements
  Talkin the books, have you wait for arraignment
  Tellin them lies, I cant give em the facts
  Balmains keep a Nina attached
  Big body where Im packin my MAC
  Big 092 but I stay with a MAC
  Skate to my block but you aint do shit
  Say you got chops but you aint shoot shit
  Come to my block, I keep two grips
  Call the real choppers in they two whips
  Niggas talk, for what? 
  They know, weve bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?
  Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?
  Dont give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots
  Dont give a fuck, who flock, get your ho, shut up
  Sorry, niggas, if you touch thatll get you brushed
  I aint talkin no bluff when Im tryin up
  Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust
  You know whats up, keep my shit tucked and I run it up
  Hundreds in the bag, you know how the cloccs move
  When I see an opp, treesh make you scream, "Woo"
  All my niggas on the road, tryna eat food
  Cook it up, couple tracks, on the new fools
  Switch it up, now Im back on that trap shit 
  Hit the block, hit the road, get it back straight 
  Had to bake half the work, make it back straight 
  Posted up on that block, for that package 
  Shooters on call, this aint a practice
  Act quick, got you done, with that MAC stiff 
  Fast whip, spin your block, know youre tragic 
  Bitches no floss with, all my Woos trappin 
  Aint no average
  09 to the cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action
  Every pack in, sick nigga if he jaccin that he staxkin
  Know my nigga savage
  Skinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage 
  Folk treesh from the floss, so they average 
  Blue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick 
  Now Im on top, hands out for the little six
  Now these niggas sick
  Who they ask for the sauce? If you aint got the pic of your latest shits, cant get the drip
  Niggas came for the sauce, thatll get you ten-fifth for the four-fifth
  Hundred doors kicked, kis in the cut
  Dont try your luck, couple shots, get it done
  Told my niggas aint no lettin up
  One call and I bet my shooters lift you up
  Niggas talk, for what? 
  They know, weve bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who?
  Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot?
  Dont give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots
  Dont give a fuck, who flock, get your ho, shut up
  We know its that hundred cloccs shit, man
  And we out here, nigga
  Fuck shit up