[Intro]
(Mommy, India got the beats)
I tell you, bitch
Now look, we gon' play it like this, you heard me?
You steady playin' games
Steady playin' with that lil' stupid ass bitch
But look, though, look
We got Hot here, Mike here, White there, look, he right there
Ayy, say, Dean, you already know what it is
Say, ayy, look, man, look
Ayy, look, ayy
Man, look, we
Fuck it, look, bitch

[Chorus]
They say bands'll make her dance, well, that'll make 'em shoot
Oh, she young and sellin' pussy, he get mad and shoot
Youngin'll rob you out your shit, that ho'll set you up
Now this what go on in the hood, man, BaBa wet you up
They say bands'll make her dance, well, that'll make 'em shoot
Oh, she young and sellin' pussy, he get mad and shoot
Youngin'll rob you out your shit, that ho'll set you up
Now this what go on in the hood, man, BaBa wet you up

[Verse 1]
Shit, Taylor Street bottom boy, catch 'em and let it blow
Shit, bands'll make your partner change, your homie played you close
You slippin' with the ho, you playin', but she be droppin' pins
Gon' have them killers on your trail when you come playin' again
I'm out my top, see, this for Boo, bitch, I'll bang again
I'm out the window with that thirty, used to swang with Ken
Oh, she hot and sellin' pussy, what her mama do?
Youngin out here slangin' iron, that's what he 'posed to do