Lil′ Double 0 gon' up the score

My niggas ′nem gon' wipe your nose

Glock 23 gon' up the scoreUsed to be 700 Block, now it′s 700 Glocks

There go Lil′ Double007

They want lil' Tyreke to drop

But I′m posted on 7

Slime out a nigga like Melly

Talk to JD on the celly, he jailin', no tellin′

There go Lil' Double007

They want lil′ Tyreke to drop

But I'm posted on 7

Slime out a nigga like Melly

Talk to JD on the celly, he jailin', no tellin′

There go lil′ Double007

When you finna drop?

But I'm postеd up on the block

Too many Glocks in the spot

So fuck all the opps

Wе finna go spin on the block

Young nigga trap out the spot

Got dope in the knots, the junkies

They pull up and knock

You want a ′bow? Come and shop

One, thirty-two hundred

The prices went up on the block

Yeah, man, niggas know what the fuck goin' on

700 Block boys, 700 Glock boys

We got the dream team with the beam team

You understand me?

What you tell them folk′s ass, Tyreke?

Taxin' the ′bows on whoever

You know Lil' Double007 a cold-blooded stepper

Young nigga hop out and get you

Lil Body a demon, that young nigga snap like a pencil

She wanna act like she ain't suckin′ dick

So I fuck her and pass her to Critter

Young nigga pull up with choppers and yop ′em

My young nigga slimin' shit out like a hitter

"You not a killer, you just a drug dealer"

That′s what they said, now them niggas dead

We pullin' up with them chops, screamin′

"Fuck all the opps"

'Cause my young niggas never goin′ fed

Thinkin' 'bout OG Quese, I get to crashin′ out

My nigga gone, man, my nigga dead

These niggas onto me

They used to run from me

Big-ass chopper gon′ knock off his dreads (Ricky)

Man, these niggas don't have a case

Y′all ain't ever killed shit

All y′all do is steal shit

He ain't hold that glock and went in his pocket

All he doin′ is boppin'

Real talk

And this shit North, yeah we comin' down

Back McNeil right now, on hood

What I say?

Double 0 gon′ wipe your nose

And leave that nigga snotty (Come on)

Turned up off these X pills

Me and 30 off these Roxys (Come on)

Niggas act like they was trappin′

They ain't serve nobody

I got young niggas that′s quick to move

Shout out Lil Body (Hold on)

Look ho, he clutchin' the Drac′

If you want smoke

Then my lil' nigga hop out and spray

My young nigga ′nem scream 4K

And we got four Dracs in the car

If you play, then you lay

Nigga callin' my phone

Say he want him a 'bow of the strong

But I served him some shake

My young nigga ′nem got no mind

And they clutchin′ them 9s

Lil' 30 gon′ shoot in broad day (Ayy)

And that's no cap, nigga

Y′all know everything I said, I stand on, nigga

On Quese, on Mondo

Long live EBezzle, long live all the guys

Free all the guys, nigga

Ayy, ayy, ayy

There go Lil' Double007

They want lil′ Tyreke to drop

But I'm posted on 7

Slime out a nigga like Melly

Talk to JD on the celly, he jailin', no tellin′

There go Lil′ Double007

They want lil' Tyreke to drop

But I′m posted on 7

Slime out a nigga like Melly

Talk to JD on the celly, he jailin', no tellin′

There go lil' Double007

When you finna drop?

But I′m postеd up on the block

Too many Glocks in the spot

So fuck all the opps

Wе finna go spin on the block

Young nigga trap out the spot

Got dope in the knots, the junkies

They pull up and knock

You want a 'bow? Come and shop

One, thirty-two hundred

The prices went up on the block

(They went up, nigga)