Oh shit, oh shit, shit
Oh shit, oh shit, shit
Oh shit, oh shit, shit
Oh shit, oh shit, shit

What’s up king
What’s up kid
You getting money
Go do your thing
We on the west side
We getting paid
We on the best side
Go do ya thing

We bout to set it off right
We bout to set it off right

We gonna burn this motherfucker down
N***a play it with surround sound
Blast it for the children as you riding round town
We bout to set it off right, step
Pass the motherfucking gin as I wipe it off my chin
We in the strip club every night
N***a working check to check, just so I could keep the lights
As I’m riding round the town, lightning strike just hit my limo
All my windows fucking tinted, speed limit we triple digits
We ain’t stopping now
N***a mask up
I like my strips they colored blue, my n***as from out the zoo
These hunneds I’m counting through, we running from Alpha-2 with such urgency
The popo couldn’t murder me
I’m Al Capone in the flesh
So n***a watch your step, or you’re taking your last breath
N***a don’t you bring me all that stress
I’m in the motel getting wasted, while this girl getting undressed
N***a I’m fucking dizzy, I’m spinning then I collapse
Last thing I fucking see, she sitting on top of my lap screaming

We bout to set it off right
We bout to set it off right
We bout to set it off right