作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Michael Williams/BryTavious Chambers/Khalick Caldwell/Bryson Potts

作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Michael Williams/BryTavious Chambers/Khalick Caldwell/Bryson Potts

Ayy

Gang, gang, gang, ayy (Mike WiLL Made-It)

Lil' Capalot, bitch, hah

(Tay Keith, **** these niggas up)

[Verse 1: Polo G & Stunna 4 Vegas]

Hit the strip after school, couldn't wait 'til I got out of class, used to stare at the clock and shit

Before all of this rappin' shit, I was thuggin' and doin' high-speeds on the cops and shit

And I'm straight from the Chi, but I ball like a king up in Cali and shoot like Stojaković

Keep applyin' that pressure, I go on the run, it ain't no lettin' it up, ain't no stoppin' this

Had to tell my lil' brother to chill, gotta stay in the house, come outside, he be poppin' shit

You ain't heard about us, well, you need to go watch the news, niggas know we be dropping shit

Got the feds on my ass in the hood 'cause they think I'm the one who been buyin' up Glocks and shit

I'm just focused on music, they say my last tape was a classic, but I got some hotter shit (Hotter shit)

Might be rocking a show or if I'm not up the stu', then I'm ****ing this cash off

Don't you know Polo G? Skinny tall with the dreads, that lil' nigga be rappin' his ass off

Yeah, I heard she got surgery, still wanna clap from the back just to see if her ass soft

Go like Harden with rockets, we blast off

Tried to throw us some niggas, but we made 'em fumble, like nah, you ain't gettin' that pass off

Spin the block, now I'm takin' my mask off

Hit the gas like we racin', speed off in them foreigns and leave tire marks on the asphalt

It's gon' be R.I.P. once your ass caught

He like frontin', we knockin' his cap off

'Nother day, a new chain or a MAC bought

All this ice got me freezin' like Jack Frost (4X)

[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas & NLE Choppa]

That boy a bitch, that's his dad fault

If you play, then you lay, we can crash out (Let's go)

When I up in his shit, bet it's man down (Boom)

In BOA, I'm pullin' them bands out (Cash)

DOA, bitch, I get your mans off (Gone)

A rockstar from the block, I stand out (Uh)

Came from nothing, I ****ed my advance off

When I hit the game, with my flow, niggas ran off (No cap), **** it

I'm not your average joe (Uh-uh)

When I leave the house, I tuck it, uh (Fire, fire)

I'm rich, I don't shop on no budget

He clutchin', my lil' youngin want him a bucket, uh (Score)

I hop on this ***** and run it (Uh)

If I said it, I seen it or done it (Uh, uh)

These lil' niggas never robbed nobody

Ain't caught no body, and ain't getting no money (Cap)

Where I'm from, it's sports or gunplay

We looked up to the killer and dealers

But even them niggas want make it out one day (On gang)

**** my first M, I been had hood fame (Yeah)

Took off like I was on a runway (Yoom)

I'm a star, but still post on the one way (Blatt)

Them niggas talk, but they won't play (NLE)

We let them guns sing like the choir on Sunday (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: NLE Choppa]

Hop on the scene and I'm thuggin'

This Glock on my hip, so you know that I'm clutchin'

Catch me an opp, I'ma down him in public

The police keep askin', I'm changin' the su**ect

The way I grew up, man, a bitch was rugged

Why the **** you got a gun? You not gonna bust it

And a hundred some shots, I ain't doin' no tustlin'

Give a bitch temptation like he David Ruffin

I ain't gon' cap, I don't even like rappin'

But I love wrappin' them bodies and shit

**** the police, and when I get done

I'ma up my Glock and then rob the bitch

Catch a bitch when he clock out

I'ma get him whacked at his job and shit

And I don't know why the police keep ****ing with me

'Cause they ain't stoppin' shit, yeah

Spin on your block like a remix

Shoot him in the face, get his teeth lit

Extended clip like a broomstick

Shoot a flick like Netflix

Scratch an opp off the checklist

I just bought a gun off Craigslist

Shoot an opp in the brain, I'm leavin' a stain, only thing you see is red shit

If the police behind, we keep duckin'

My gun need some drawers, it got shit

Whole gang, we strapped, don't test us

If a bitch play, he gon' get bust, yeah

NLE the Top Shotta, don dada

Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah