[Intro: Boss Top]
Fredo waddup?
Squad
That trap shit (haaah!)
Squad, squad, squad

[Chorus: Boss Top]
Flexin' like the Glock boyz don't turn up (Turn up)
All of us got a shot, we got burners (Grraah)
Boss Tee, I'm professor y'all are leaners (They learnin')
Bought that Smith & Wesson, now it's murders (Grraah, bop)
Keep my bando bars 'cause the burglars ('Cause the burglars)
If I'on know the n***a, I'on serve him (He might be 12)
Drink got me slow, he might be workin' (He might be workin')
My brother got them chickens in like Church's (We got them bricks)

[Verse 1: Boss Top]
Smokin' out the pound, countin' hunnids (Dough)
All I tote is glizzies, don't do llamas (Tote them glizzies)
I'm still gon' cop a humma for J Munna (For my brother)
I'm still gon' get that big house for my mama (What it look like?)
And when I cop that Hummer for J Munna (What you gon' do?)
My youngins out the window, they just bussin' (Like to flex)
That 50 and that glizzy, that bitch drummin' (Grraah)
Hit the bitch from the back, left her cummin' (Left her cummin')
And I'on fuck for free, you gon' up somethin' (You gon' up somethin')
Put that on my mama, bitch, I got three youngins (On mama)
And they ain't gon' starve, they gon' eat somethin' (They gon' eat somethin')
If you ain't O'Block, you ain't on nothin'
[Chorus: Boss Top]
Flexin' like the Glock boyz don't turn up (Turn up)
All of us got a shot, we got burners (Grraah)
Boss Tee, I'm professor y'all are leaners (They learnin')
Bought that Smith & Wesson, now it's murders (Grraah, bop)
Keep my bando bars 'cause the burglars ('Cause the burglars)
If I'on know the n***a, I'on serve him (He might be 12)
Drink got me slow, he might be workin' (He might be workin')
My brother got them chickens in like Church's (We got them bricks)

[Verse 2: Boosa Da Shoota]
You tote revolvers, bitch, we tote them glizzies
Slutty Boyz and Glock Boyz give you the business
I got them savages in my kitchen cookin' chickens
I got your bitch up on my line hoping and wishing
My pockets full, you try to take it, come up missing
No drive-bys, I'm hopping out with all the stiches
I do my dirt all on my own, can't fuck with snitches
Put them poles to his face, we catch him slipping
Trapping out the penthouse when they in the building
All my n***as certified and all my n***as killers
Trapping out the penthouse when they in the building
All my n***as certified and all my n***as killers

[Chorus: Boss Top]
Flexin' like the Glock boyz don't turn up (Turn up)
All of us got a shot, we got burners (Grraah)
Boss Tee, I'm professor y'all are leaners (They learnin')
Bought that Smith & Wesson, now it's murders (Grraah, bop)
Keep my bando bars 'cause the burglars ('Cause the burglars)
If I'on know the n***a, I'on serve him (He might be 12)
Drink got me slow, he might be workin' (He might be workin')
My brother got them chickens in like Church's (We got them bricks)