[Intro: Polo G]
Ayy
Gang, gang, gang, ayy (Mike WiLL Made-It)
Lil' Capalot, bitch, hah
(Tay Keith, fuck these n***as 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 gangbangin' 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, n***as 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 fucking this cash off
Don't you know Polo G? Skinny tall with the dreads, that lil' n***a 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 bullets, 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: X Money]
X Money, watch out cause I'm dangerous
RIP X, cause I think that I'm changin'
I'm breakin' yo heart, it needin' some maintenance
That boy a rookie, he got no acquaintance
I'm just like hornet, cause I sting
7"6 in the clouds like I'm Yao Ming
This song finna make me go mainstream
Imma knock yo ass out like a boxing ring
Developing like the matrix
You say yo bars nice, but they really just basic
Most of you n***as got problems with hatred
I'm all about hustle, goin' straight to the muscle, and yo attitude need some updatin'
Right now I'm finna go stupid
I'm a reindeer, call me Cupid
You call me monkey, but I prefer Capuchin
22 Alabama
Got all these hoes like I'm Santa
I hop in a sleigh, got me feelin' like Trae, cause I'm comin' straight out from Atlanta
Comin' from Atlanta, call me a hawk
She lovin' the way that I talk
She lovin the way that I walk
I'm the white in the black, like I was some chalk

[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 subject
The way I grew up, man, a n***a was rugged
Why the fuck you got a gun? You not gonna bust it
And a hundred some shots, I ain't doin' no tustlin'
Give a n***a temptation like he David Ruffin
I ain't gon' cap, I don't even like rappin'
But I love wrappin' them bodies and shit
Fuck the bitch, and when I get done
I'ma up my Glock and then rob the bitch
Catch a n***a when he clock out
I'ma get him whacked at his job and shit
And I don't know why the police keep fuckin' 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 nuts
Whole gang, we strapped, don't test us
If a n***a play, he gon' get bust, yeah
NLE the Top Shotta, don dada
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah