Nah we gon' run that bitch like this
Free Snoop, free Charles, free Josh
Long live LG, Long live Chop, Long live John, Long live 392 mal, Long live Trapbaby
This A 4SK, Ag world we just let you fuck-ass niggas live in it

Let a opp nigga play, got a dick on the glock
Nigga run up on me like a nut, I'm a bust it
Bad hoes in the city, got Em' on the roster
These hoes actin' boujie, I treat em' like nothin
50 for the 3.5, everything in the trap, be exotic
Don't come around, tryin' to shop for cheap
Up the chop, let it bake, a nigga like a cake
If he come through the block, tryin' to play like it's sweet

Say she a vegan, I really can't tell
How she eatin' up the meat
Lil' bitch chokin' and gaggin'
I done took plenty losses, three things I can't do
Never run, never back down
And I'll never panic
I'll never panic, when I hit the bitch from the back
She start screamin' and callin' me daddy
All these clips in the car, we can shoot us a movie
Let's go make a scene since these niggas, be acting
In that field I'm Tom Brady, with that Glock, I'm accurate
Let off 12 shots, then 11 gone hit you
Catch him off guard, we run in they trap
And I feel like Steve Madden, cause I'm about to blitz it
Free the guys out they cage, boy we get this shit poppin
Free my murder twin, boy, we gave the opps hell
Walk in the building, my eyes low as shit
And I'm poppin' my shit, so they ask "what's that smell"?
All these drums and these sticks, we been playin' around with
Call up JSU, tell him that we the new band
Put a button on my Glock, when I up from the hip
And I let that bitch rip, it gon' sound like a fan
Spend the block till we dizzy, we pull up and kill all the cows
This Draco cook beef like a kitchen
Everywhere that I go, I keep me a stick and a rod
Real em' in, but I never been fishin'
Choppa shoot, 2-2-3's, I ain't talkin' bout Jordan
But I'm steppin' good like a new pair of shoes
Run down and that boy tap him twice in the head
I ain't talkin' Keith Sweat, but we gave him the blues
And the streets got to talkin', they took LG from me
So when I draw down, I'ma need at least three
Been in that field since I was a Jhit
Runnin' through that bitch, no shoulder pads, or no cleats
Knock out his brains, ground beef since he macho
Switch on the Glock, got him duckin' his taco
Come by the trap, get you two for the twenty
Run up and get smoked like a Gar, since you thinkin' I'm pussy
Fuckin' your hoe, I been beatin' up the pussy
I keep goin' deep, got her weak in the knees
I up that Glock, I'ma aim at your melon'
I'ma bless that boy quick like he let off a sneeze
Feelin' like Gunna, how I'm pushin' p's through the city
These niggas know they ain't fuckin' with me
Run down, wipe his nose, just like it was snotty
Like a baby pamper, we leavin' him shitty
Come through the block and this Glock got a switch
Turn to Damian Lillard, and drop a whole 50
She eat dick on the low, she a freak
Got wet from suckin' dick, left my tip with a motherfuckin' hickey

Aye, aye, aye,aye
Hey, this bitch came on, throwed as fuck
On my momma, Mikey, you turn this bitch up
This bitch cold as fuck
Bring the beat back

Let a opp nigga play, got a dick on the glock
Nigga run up on me like a nut, I'm a bust it
Bad hoes in the city, got Em' on the roster
These hoes actin' boujie, I treat em' like nothin
50 for the 3.5, everything in the trap, be exotic
Don't come around, tryin' to shop for cheap
Up the chop, let it bake, a nigga like a cake
If he come through the block, tryin' to play like it's sweet

Most of these niggas be cappin', they only tough for the motherfuckin' gram (Cap Ass)
Most of these niggas be bitchin', get in that jam, lil' nigga gon' squeal (Jap ass)
Broadday, nighttime, afternoon, it don't matter, we can get to hitting
Call Lil' bruh a mouse, he run his mouth he acting just like mickey
2-2-3 Will make an atheist, go pray to god
Go pray to god, Bitch