[Intro: NipscoGang Foreign]
(My n***a Johnny got another one)
Yeah
N***as, y'all ain't fuckin' with the Shifters (Y'all ain't fuckin' with the Shifters, n***a)
Y'all ain't fuckin' with the Shifters (Y'all ain't fuckin' with the Shifters, n***a)
Y'all ain't fuckin' with the Shifters (Y'all ain't fuckin' with the Shifters, n***a), nah
Y'all ain't fuckin' with the Shifters (Not at all)
Y'all ain't fuckin' with the Shifters (Not at all, n***a)
Y'all ain't fuckin' with the— (Lame-ass n***as, hold on)
Uh, hold on ([?] on your bitch ass)
[Verse 1: NipscoGang Foreign & Head Hancho]
Two Cubans on and they all bust, no Rosa Parks
I had to save the dog, n***a, this Noah's Ark
Bitch, you know it take a three when you hear it bark (Rrr)
Trackhawk sound like a switch when you hear it start (Glrrt)
You know it's goin' on (Yeah)
You can't fuck with the Shifters, boy, you need a loan (You need a loan)
Bro was playin' with his nose, I told him, "Leave it 'lone"
Five hour drive with that shh, bro, we make it home
Thе streets ain't for everybody, n***a, stay at home
Told 12 it ain't nothin' in thе car, brodie, play alone
My mama say, "You better watch what the fuck you sayin', son"
Every day I grab the K and then I pray that I make it home (Ayy)
[Verse 2: Head Hancho]
Huh, put the jewelry on, load the Glocks up (Glrrt)
They say it's gettin' low on the drank, but I'm stocked up (Shit, I'm stocked up)
Broke n***as, them is not us
All this syrup, it look like a grape Fanta, but the pop Crush
Every n***a 'round me rich for real, how you gon' stop us? (How you gon' stop us?)
Every trap I'm in be full of scales, it's a Wock' cup (Damn)
Went to Cali, got a hundred bales, then they got flushed (Damn)
And if you callin', it ain't about a sale, it ain't gon' pop up
Every day like Mike Epps, bitch, I'm all about my Benjamins
Ridin' 'round with some brown squares, look like cinnamon
Quarter on me, wrestlin' with my pockets tryna fit it in
He was tellin' me that he the boss, he just the middle man (Damn)
[Verse 3: Chiefin' Heavily]
Big biscuit in this bitch and I got the Glock tucked
If an opp in this bitch, I bet I let the Glock bust
Your kid ain't over fifty, n***a, it do not bust
Gang in this bitch, Stinc Shiftin', we do not bluff
Got over fifty rounds ridin' in a black truck
Semis tucked, we gon' bust and show up at the pop-up
Your bands ain't a sixty-three, n***a, you can't keep up
I let your bitch give me head while I'm chillin' with my feet up
[Verse 4: Ralfy the Plug]
I'm at his bitch crib chillin' with my feet up
Big bags of money, they think we hit a Brinks truck
In the foreign doin' two twenty, tell 'em, "Keep up"
Walkin' Dover Street and blew a fake trapper re-up
The chopper got a hundiddy in it, that's a C-cup
N***as be hatin' when I walk up in the room, but ain't gon' speak up
She wanna kick it, so I gave the bitch balls like FIFA
I use her and abuse her, after I'm done, you can keep her, the Plug
[Verse 5: ItsManMan]
Point guard, I'm ManMan Cunningham, Ralfy Van Gundy
You ain't really 'bout no bag, bro, your pants dusty
Rappin' on his song like he Big Meech but never ran nothin'
Throwin' shots, I feel like Matthew Stafford, tryna ram somethin'
Bitch brought two of her friends, I need more of 'em
The only time you n***as steppin' when you store runnin'
Talkin' like you P, from what I heard, bro, you a whore lover
Tell your gang to put you on the bench, you never score nothin'
[Verse 6: Young Bull]
Brand-new coupe off the lot, you know I'm shiftin' gears
I got a chopper, keep it tucked in the Denim Tears
I blew his brains, took his chain for a souvenir
I'm from the Stinc Team, where we make thugs shed tears
I'm pourin' muddy, bitch, you know that this exotic pop
Thousand dollar shoes when I'm steppin', when I'm spinnin' blocks
Sold out dates with my n***as tryna reach the top
Thumbin' through these blues, my favorite sound when that band pop