[Intro]
Big dog, you don't wanna see me pissed off
No  altercation, I'm willing to blow your shit off

[Verse 1]
Big  dog, you don't wanna see me pissed off
No altercation, I'm willing to blow your shit off
So many blues in my pocket, ho, I could Crip walk
Five,  four, three, two, one, I'm finna lift off
We  don't do the stocks, better stop, we dropping sticks off
Lil' baby drop it low, pick it up, now let the beat pause
I'm  out here thuggin' to the neck, no, I don't need y'all (Hell nah)
Real 16, on the B, I'm a sleazeball (Real P)
Think he hardbody? Oh, this n***a think he King Kong
It ain't nothin', though, put this chop to his ping pong
Shells  hit his body, watch that n***a do the seesaw
Don't try to run, n***a, this motherfucker knock your knees off
Hop in this load, better have your pole, I'm in heehaw
But anywho, my n***as is goblins
We be mobbin', n***a, you ain't really solid
Keep a couple sticks in this whip when we riding
Bitch buggin', blowing up my phone, I decline it
Stay out of my business, stay in yours, better mind it
We gon' press play, double back, and rewind it
Don't get hunt down, these guns out, why you hiding? (Ayy, where you at?)
Fuck a candlelight, they took my brother, so we sliding
Fuckin' with them n***as, better watch who you ride with (We on your ass)
She gon' hand it to me, what the fuck I like buying?
I am not a dog, lil' bitty, I'm a lion
Shay Shay, she gon' pay pay, that's my side bitch (Run it in)
Stop playing games, you never met a n***a like this (Ayy)
In juvenile, they had my ass in yellow, that's the high risk (Bitch)
Me and Hari hit for ten when we was twelve, that's that life shit (Ayy, yeah, that's that life shit)
My brother swing, I'm finna shoot, we ain't the ones to fight with (Ayy, hell nah)
Bounce out the load, walk him down with this nightstick
Ayy, Q Heff, on Mobbalay, I'm done with all this nice shit (Dead homies)
Q Heff, on Mobbalay, I'm done with all this nice shit (On dead homies)
[Chorus]
N***as broke, hella mad, in they feelings (They in they what?)
We snatching souls with this pole, not to mention (Ayy, not to what?)
Larry Bird thirty-three, call it Scottie Pippen (We call it what?)
Larry Bird thirty-three, call it Scottie Pippen (Ayy)
N***as broke, hella mad, in they feelings (They in they what?)
We snatching souls with this pole, not to mention (Ayy, not to what?)
Larry Bird thirty-three, call it Scottie Pippen (We call it what?)
Larry Bird thirty-three, call it Scottie Pippen (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
Lil' n***a like what's up? What you wanna know?
N***as nerds, on the gang, straight bozos
We don't do the nines, hell nah, that's a no-no
Young n***a fifteen, broke as shit off in a stolo
Bitch play with my money, we gon' fight, two T her, YOLO
Swap the four-oh for the Glock 30 from lil' bro-bro
You's a dodo, you see them n***as, it's a go-go
Can't fuck with certain n***as, gotta watch, a lot of po-po
Bro can't do a drill unless he sniffed a little coco
Thirty get to dropping, n***as bouncing like a pogo
Shout out my n***a Guadalupe, n***a used to blow show
My migo in the hood got the poles for the low-low
That's my cholo, and on the G, that n***a loco
Ayy, Hari B, remember doin' drills out the Volvo?
HotBoiiz, we the wrong n***as you wanna roll on
HotBoiiz, we the wrong n***as you wanna roll on
[Chorus]
N***as broke, hella mad, in they feelings (They in they what?)
We snatching souls with this pole, not to mention (Ayy, not to what?)
Larry Bird thirty-three, call it Scottie Pippen (We call it what?)
Larry Bird thirty-three, call it Scottie Pippen
N***as broke, hella mad, in they feelings (They in they what?)
We snatching souls with this pole, not to mention (Ayy, not to what?)
Larry Bird thirty-three, call it Scottie Pippen (We call it what?)
Larry Bird thirty-three, call it Scottie Pippen

[Outro]
Hey, hey, bro
All these n***as broke as fuck, bro
They in they what?
They in they feelings