[Intro: Young Scooter]
Yeah, haha
Black Migo Gang, n***a
Ayy, Mexico Rann, you know how we do this shit
Real street n***a
Haha (Turn up)

[Chorus: Mexico Rann]
I up the K and I aim at your head
Your ass come up dead if you playin' with that bread
My shooters, they with me and none of us scared
My stash stay filled with nothin' but big heads
These numbers so low, this shit is too crazy
My choppers hit buckin', this shit goin'
She sweatin' off that molly, her face, it look crazy
Big stones on my wrist, shit be blingin' crazy

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Yeah, take a look up at my Rollie (Yeah)
Fully pointers fully loaded
Chopper so big it take four young n***as to hold it
Me and Mexico Rann been bustin' bales, homie
Yeah, I don't need no wooly, I'll punch you dead (Uh-uh)
It ain't no dope, you n***as just scared (Work)
Rеcession over, Scooter in chargе
And you can't sell a brick, n***a, if I ain't involved
[Chorus: Mexico Rann]
I up the K and I aim at your head
Your ass come up dead if you playin' with that bread
My shooters, they with me and none of us scared
My stash stay filled with nothin' but big heads
These numbers so low, this shit is too crazy
My choppers hit buckin', this shit goin'
She sweatin' off that molly, her face, it look crazy
Big stones on my wrist, shit be blingin' crazy

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Brazy (Ah)
I hopped out the 'Vette and I hopped in a foreign (Woo, woo, switch up the foreign)
I fucked the lil' bitch so long it got boring (Ooh, ah, ah)
I'm high as a mountain, my brain full of clouds, I'm snoring (Geeked)
Pull up with hundreds of pints and I'm buyin' 'em all
No problem to pour it (Sheesh, woo)
Yes, I can afford it, lil' bitch, my pockets on Norbit (My pockets on Norbit)
Bought me a coupe sittin' on Forgi's then I gave it to my woadie (Sheesh, skrrt, skrrt)
Fresh like I live in the Maury
Your bitch think I am adori' (On blood, on blood)
No I'm not talkin' no concert, but racks, I'ma show it (Woo)

[Chorus: Mexico Rann]
I up the K and I aim at your head
Your ass come up dead if you playin' with that bread
My shooters, they with me and none of us scared
My stash stay filled with nothin' but big heads
These numbers so low, this shit is too crazy
My choppers hit buckin', this shit goin'
She sweatin' off that molly, her face, it look crazy
Big stones on my wrist, shit be blingin' crazy
[Verse 3: Mexico Rann]
Mexico Rann, I got the streets in the 'io (Chokehold)
I don't fuck with Americans, I get it straight out the boat (No, no)
If I don't dope you face, n***a, I'm servin' you soap (Ooh)
I got shooters on the East and the West coast (Bow)
Snakes skinny leather gift, trappin' nothin' but that foreign
Kicked your bitch out my condo, she was too boring (Get out)
I fronted him a pie, he playin' phone games (Okay, okay)
So you know I sent them ninjas (Blatt, blatt)

[Chorus: Mexico Rann]
I up the K and I aim at your head
Your ass come up dead if you playin' with that bread
My shooters, they with me and none of us scared
My stash stay filled with nothin' but big heads
These numbers so low, this shit is too crazy
My choppers hit buckin', this shit goin'
She sweatin' off that molly, her face, it look crazy
Big stones on my wrist, shit be blingin' crazy