[Intro – Billy Blue]
I roll up on em, I’m looking at em
I’m grinning at em, fuck it I’m getting at em

[Verse 1 – Billy Blue]
You a hater n***a? Well I’m a hater too
I got it on my mind, fuck you n***as want to do?
I hate hoes, they hate me
They got a problem with the swag, all black tees
How I feel about a n***a, bitch, ask me
Riding through the hood, chopper on the back seat
Had to murk a n***a cuz he tried to steal my CO
Don’t know about him but that ain’t how we roll
I’m here full [?], pussy n***a you’s a zero
Got the kryptonite out for you motherfucking heros
You balling in the club, sucking dick up on the d-low
I ain’t got to say his name, but best believe that he know
You said [x3] pussy n***a
You said [x3] holler at em bro!

[Hook – Billy Blue]
I’m getting at em, I’m getting at em
Throw up a finger at em, just know I’m getting at em
Woah, fuck n***a, ho n***a, sucka n***a, broke n***a
Shit real around here but you ain’t know n***a?
What I got to murk a n***a just to show n***as?
I’m getting at em [x3]
Throw up a finger at em
I’m getting at em [x3]
Throw up a finger at em
[Verse 2 – Billy Blue]
I’m sliding on em, like it’s electric
I’m on the top floor, get on my level bitch
I watch n***as, stop n***as
And if he slipping best believe I’m gonna drop n***as
Ho n***as never gonna catch me riding with that
Run up in the spot, zone man where the sack at?
You see the strap, you see your life
You see these n***as, they running through your wife
I’m gutter n***a, ain’t like these other n***as
Real talk, I don’t pacify sucker n***as
Fuck I look like? Somebody’s daddy n***a?
Hand on the trigger, I’m feeling happy n***a
Dead [x14]

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – Young Chris]
I’m sliding up, you don’t why they hide up
Hit while they ain’t looking, tie em up and ride em, what?
Pussys, I’m getting at em, pointing the pistol at em
She want two 23s, spraying the missiles at em
F and F fiftys, caliber’s up to 50
Forever street, ho ass cowards ain’t fucking with me
N***a that’s how we serve em, hit em up, we plot to murder
We loading up the lead, we shoot them motherfuckers dead
It’s murder, death, homicide
Race like me, you got to ride
Bitch I gets to it, I’m a hustler, ain’t no 9 to 5
I fucks with n***as that flip that work
Block on a Saturday, shit that shirt
Got some n***as AK shooters
That’ll go strap up and get cats murked
Guns go bang, I let my nuts hang on you pussy
We rang, them brand new machines
Yeah this is how we really do, this Young Chris and Billy Blue
Make some noise for MIA let’s show these n***as how Philly do
[Hook]