[Intro: YTB Fatt]
Yeah, (Phew, phew, tss)
Yeah, (Phew, phew)
(Phew, phew)
Them Foxes out at 11:52, at night
N***a, (Phew, phew)
(Phew, phew)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, uh

[Verse: YTB Fatt & Sett]
We mean business n***a
Ain't finna play with these n***as
I'm in South Vegas when I'm in the city
Me and some Foxes on tape with them killers
Scatpack the Charger when I'm in the city
Take the tags off and fill it with killers
Pussy ass n***a just rappin' inside them songs, won't even slide for his sister
My young n***a say he'll get the job done, (yeah), let him take a picture with the Bread Gang pendant
Gotta be cool rappin' 'bout these switches, (hrr), make sure the Feds ain't listenin'
They be like, "Where the fuck this young n***a from?", I'm from the west of Memphis
Stop' through the city, I don't even check on my family, n***a, first stop is the kitchen
I'm with some Foxes, boppers, Kitchens, 3-0-4's, and some people
All this smoke be comin' out the blue, FN-P90, sound like an engine
Bows, choppers, and switches, n***a you can ask ShotOff 'bout when I brought 'em to the trenches
I ain't like when that button had melted, told lil' bro "Take that shit off that glizzy"
(Phew, phew), I'm with some Foxes and killers (Fuck the opps crazy, n***a)
(Phew, phew), I'm with some Foxes and killers (SlimeCrook, yeah)
(N***a), I'm with some Foxes and killers
(Phew), I'm with some Foxes and killers---
[Verse: Sett]
And the boppers
A n***a yell "SlimeCrook", you know that we known for hittin' them choppers
He bustin' corners but we still had caught 'em (Come here)
6.4 TRX truck hawked 'em (Yeah)
I'll go snake for that skrilla (Slime)
Talkin' 'bout Foxes and switches
Bitch go (hrr) when you hit 'em (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I'm talkin' 'bout boppin' and killin'
Backdoor shit, n***a, Fatt, is you with me?
I'm Sett, is you with it, jump behind the business
[?] ammo, we done with the mission (Murder and love)
I'm talkin' 'bout ridin' with fifties
Cee ridin' with Cinco with automatic semis (Automatic)
Check the news in west Memphis
Slidin' showroom, highspeed the mission (RIP Cam)
I'm sign language to my n***as, they watchin', they know that the Feds be listenin' (They watchin')
Man, walk and talk for the trenches, kill all the opps, they hidin', they missin' (Kill all the opps)
They dyin' for ating and mentions (Atin')
I see like the Reaper, got Devil's attention
Set fire to the city, dumbass n***a tryna pop it, gon' die for an image (Die for an image)
Stuck gold for the bows (Gold)
We puttin' shit up, they already know (Up that sco')
We uppin' that sco'
Shoot up-top, hell naw, we ain't shootin' below (Head Tap Gang)
Two .30's, scots to his top blow
All you see is that fye jumpin' out this pole
Ask G about my artillery
You know that I'm fully every time that I blow
[Outro: Sett]
Yeah, um, Foxes and switches
Hoe, I'm boppin' and killing
Huh, murder and love
My shit 6.4, ain't ridin' no Hemi (Ain't ridin' no Hemi)
6.4, ain't ridin' that shit n***a