Pull out my Groza, ratatata
Ain't gonna stop us, we goin' up
Gun down the coppa, ratatata
Get out my way, ratatata
Pull out my Groza, ratatata
Ain't gonna stop us, we goin' up
Gun down the coppa, ratatata
Get out my way, ratatata

I'm goin' a little crazy
Got a Glock in my hand and an UZI
Not the saint that everybody sees me
Love the blood, love the chase and the money
Not a snake, that ain't me
All I need: Loyalty
Fuck a snitch one, two, three
Be afraid to see the devil in me

Pull out my Groza, ratatata
Ain't gonna stop us, we goin' up
Gun down the coppa, ratatata
Get out my way, ratatata
Pull out my Groza, ratatata
Ain't gonna stop us, we goin' up
Gun down the coppa, ratatata
Get out my way, ratatata

Ride around the city in a five-o zone
We lookin' in the rear-view, the lights are gettin' strobe-y
Load up my strap, I'mma shoot it like Kobe
I ain't doin' the nines, that's on the dead homies
Out of my mind, I'mma give you ra-ta
Sana on my side, she gon' hit your motha
It's gonna be a shoot-out on the scene
We stackin' them bodies, no casings on me

Pull out my Groza, ratatata
Ain't gonna stop us, we goin' up
Gun down the coppa, ratatata
Get out my way, ratatata
Pull out my Groza, ratatata
Ain't gonna stop us, we goin' up
Gun down the coppa, ratatata
Get out my way, ratatata

Shout out to Vinny, Wu chang on top
And Mr. K, yeah, CG on top
I'mma be a shootah, watch out for shots
Pull up on me if you wanna get dropped
Shout out to Vinny, Wu chang on top
And Mr. K, yeah, CG on top
I'mma be a shootah, watch out for shots
Pull up on me if you wanna get dropped

Ratatata, ratatata
Ratatata, ratatata
Ratatata, ratatata
Ratatata, ratatata

Not a snake, that ain't me
All I need: Loyalty
Fuck a snitch one, two, three
Be afraid to see the devil in me

Pull out my Groza, ratatata
Ain't gonna stop us, we goin' up
Gun down the coppa, ratatata
Get out my way, ratatata
Pull out my Groza, ratatata
Ain't gonna stop us, we goin' up
Gun down the coppa, ratatata
Get out my way, ratatata
Pull out my Groza, ratatata
Ain't gonna stop us, we goin' up
Gun down the coppa, ratatata
Get out my way, ratatata

Ratatata, ratatata
Ratatata, ratatata
Ratatata, ratatata
Ratatata, ratatata

I'm goin' a little crazy
Got a Glock in my hand and an UZI
Not the saint that everybody sees me
Love the blood, love the chase and the money