[Intro]
Bitch, what up? (Bitch ass n***a, dumb)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(I need to talk to Mike Laury)
Yeah, believe that, bitch ass n***a, say my name (Blatt)

[Verse 1]
You a hoe and you be talkin’ like you know or sum
Four-five, it's a Glock beam on the bottom, I could show you sum
Take you to the block, you a get chopped, but I just noticed sum
You n***as ain't ’bout what y'all be talkin', come and show me sum
(This is the sound)
Ridin' with that cutta, interference, it's a bang out
Let a hundred shots from out the window with my chain out (Brrrd)
Bitch, you know I'm thuggin', screamin' “Fuck you and who claim y’all”
It’s up, play yo' head, get bust and n***a, that’s for all y'all
Step on everybody, soon as I drawl down (Come here)
Bitch, it's dumb, screamin' out “Red rum”, buckin’ through the crowd
He want smokе? Tell 'em take a stand and that's whеn he gon' fall
I brought that Glock up in this bitch, I shoot this bitch all in the crowd
Come through steppin', every body reckless, we be with the shit
Walk in yo' section, bitch, it ain't no tellin', point you in yo' shit
It ain't no fightin' without killin', thirty two shots in this bitch
It ain't a army with one n***a spinnin', two Glocks with them sticks
It ain't no stoppin' 'till you stretched (Hold on)
Buss it 'till it click
We strapped up in this bitch, it ain't no choosin', I don't pick (Yeah)
I'm draped up with them hundreds, boy, my pockets feel like bricks (Bricks)
Flexin' like you want it, I'ma put you on my list (Dumb)
Test me if you wanna, ain't no question, shoot this bitch up
Some n***as fresh up out that slammer and some youngins in here with us
I got ten chains on, we kill 'em all, they try to stick us
When it's killin', ain't no wrong
Don't make no sound when we get picked up
[Chorus]
Bitch, what up? Hit 'em with that flame and he gon' burn up (Boom)
Ain't fuckin' with these hoes, can't leave with us if we don't know them (Yeah)
Bitch, what up? Actin' like he dumb, then we gon' show him
Talkin' reckless in them songs, so when I catch 'em, I'm gon' blow him

[Verse 2]
Convicted felon, police on our trail and we steady steppin'
Be my murder, I don't understand these n***as out here tellin'
Jump a hurdle, he could try to run, I bet these bullets catch 'em
I'm rich as fuck, so I don't give a fuck 'bout what these n***as sellin'
You want it with us? Tell us sum
You start it? We ain't squashing nun
You actin' like you raw or sum, bitch, say it from yo' heart or sum
Speakin' on my n***a, that's a killin', we gon' order sum (Yeah)
Stretch 'em, we gon' [?] 'em, I can't wait to slaughter sum

[Chorus]
Bitch, what up? Hit 'em with that flame and he gon' burn up (Boom)
Ain't fuckin' with these hoes, can't leave with us if we don't know them (Yeah)
Bitch, what up? Actin' like he dumb, then we gon' show him
Talkin' reckless in them songs, so when I catch 'em, I'm gon' blow him

[Outro]
Yeah (Dumb), you know we steppin'(Baby Joe shit)
These n***as ain't ‘bout it, why the fuck you out here reppin'? (Yeah)
Ayy, wait 'till I catch you
You n***as some bitches (Slatt), you n***as ain't ready (Slime)
(This is the sound)