[Chorus: Boss Top & King Von]
(Von) My guys rock like the Beatles (Huh?)
My Glock knocking like Speakers (Boom)
N***as gettin' popped like liters (What?)
Talkin' my shit like a preacher (Von)
My guys rock like the Beatles (Huh?)
My Glock knocking like Speakers (Boom)
N***as gettin' popped like liters (What?)
Talkin' my shit like a preacher (Yeah)
N***a want that feature (What, what?), have that bread like Pita (Huh, what?)
Fuck what you think, they was talkin bout Jesus (Huh, what?)
Hopped off the porch, I was young with the heater (Gang)
Caught me a body, I was creepin' like Jeepers (Boom, boom)
Smoking on gas, Diesel, I'm on yo ass, ain't talkin Evisu (Ain't talkin' Evisu, man)
Popped me an addy, dropped school, I'm the teacher (What, nah)
And i'm so focused, I don't even need em (Damn, damn)
Pockets on swollie, red Bottoms bleeding (Pockets on full, n***a)
Fuck all the opps, xan money don't feed 'em (Xan money don't feed 'em, n***a)
Jail hit his ass, have 'em sliced like a pita
Murder, make a play, sellin crack to the geekers (Yeah)

[Interlude]
HoodRich, bitch
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DJ Bandz, ohh man
[Chorus: Boss Top & King Von]
(Von) My guys rock like the Beatles (Huh?)
My Glock knocking like Speakers (Boom)
N***as gettin' popped like liters (What?)
Talkin' my shit like a preacher (Yeah)
N***a want that feature (What, what?), have that bread like Pita (Huh, what?)
Fuck what you think, they was talkin bout Jesus (Huh, what?)
Hopped off the porch, I was young with the heater (Gang)
Caught me a body, I was creepin' like Jeepers (Boom, boom)
Smoking on gas, Diesel, I'm on yo ass, ain't talkin Evisu (Ain't talkin' Evisu, man)
Popped me an addy, dropped school, I'm the teacher (What, nah)
And i'm so focused, I don't even need em (Damn, damn)
Pockets on swollie, red Bottoms bleeding (Pockets on full, n***a)
Fuck all the opps, xan money don't feed 'em (Xan money don't feed 'em, n***a)
Jail hit his ass, have 'em sliced like a pita
Murder, make a play, sellin crack to the geekers (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Boss Top & King Von]
I don't cuff hoes no more, I just freak 'em (I just freak 'em)
Lord can you please give me T.Roy, I need him ('Cause I need him, damn)
Opps want dick then O'Block'll feed 'em (I'ma feed 'em, n***a, what?)
Bitch this Runtz, we ain't smoking on Keisha (Boom, boom)
Diamonds lifestyle, bitch, we living lavish (Gang)
And it got back man, that n***a savage (Yeah, yeah)
Let a n***a play, I'ma put him in a casket (What?)
N***a want smoke 'cause his brother in a casket (Stretch Gang)
[Chorus: Boss Top & King Von]
(Von) My guys rock like the Beatles (Huh?)
My Glock knocking like Speakers (Boom)
N***as gettin' popped like liters (What?)
Talkin' my shit like a preacher (Von)
(Von) My guys rock like the Beatles (Huh?)
My Glock knocking like Speakers (Boom)
N***as gettin' popped like liters (What?)
Talkin' my shit like a preacher (Yeah)
N***a want that feature (What, what?), have that bread like Pita (Huh, what?)
Fuck what you think, they was talkin bout Jesus (Huh, what?)
Hopped off the porch, I was young with the heater (Gang)
Caught me a body, I was creepin' like Jeepers (Boom, boom)

[Verse 2: Boss Top & King Von]
Caught another body, man, foe 'nem in traffic
Bail out the whip like rouge, run with the ratchet
Bullets wear his ass way out like a jackdown
O' got the wheel, if it's that, he ain't crashing
Pass T. Roy the blick and for sure he gon' blast it
I got good aim, make you flip like gymnastics
I used to be dirty and flipping on mattresses
And now I fuck models, ain't touching no ratchet
Hold on, pull over, I think that's that n***a I shot in the shoulder
Ay T, get closer, ain't playin with n***as, I'm making 'em know it
Be cool, I got it
I'ma block off the alley, I'll bail and I'll blast it
Now we right back in traffic, bitch
Don't ask us no questions, we don't know what happened
[Chorus: Boss Top & King Von]
(Von) My guys rock like the Beatles (Huh?)
My Glock knocking like Speakers (Boom)
N***as gettin' popped like liters (What?)
Talkin' my shit like a preacher (Von)
(Von) My guys rock like the Beatles (Huh?)
My Glock knocking like Speakers (Boom)
N***as gettin' popped like liters (What?)
Talkin' my shit like a preacher (Yeah)
N***a want that feature (What, what?), have that bread like Pita (Huh, what?)
Fuck what you think, they was talkin bout Jesus (Huh, what?)
Hopped off the porch, I was young with the heater (Gang)
Caught me a body, I was creepin' like Jeepers (Boom, boom)

[Verse 3: Boss Top]
My n***as ride like a band, bandana my head for Fredo Santan'
Von got a grill in his Benz, I'm taking these out, putting diamonds all in
High speed chase in the STR8
Von got bands, me, I'm always riding with the Drac'
N***as want a verse how I cake
This business man, you ain't put shit on my plate
He tried to run but he late
Draco will cut up his head like some steak
Told her that I need a break
I met her that night, I fucked her that day
I don't be going on dates
A bitch can't ever tell me that she late
The condoms I use don't break
If n***as ain't snitchin then these n***as fake

[Chorus: Boss Top & King Von]
(Von) My guys rock like the Beatles (Huh?)
My Glock knocking like Speakers (Boom)
N***as gettin' popped like liters (What?)
Talkin' my shit like a preacher (Von)
(Von) My guys rock like the Beatles (Huh?)
My Glock knocking like Speakers (Boom)
N***as gettin' popped like liters (What?)
Talkin' my shit like a preacher (Yeah)
N***a want that feature (What, what?), have that bread like Pita (Huh, what?)
Fuck what you think, they was talkin bout Jesus (Huh, what?)
Hopped off the porch, I was young with the heater (Gang)
Caught me a body, I was creepin' like Jeepers (Boom, boom)

[Outro]
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