[Intro]
Al Geno on the track

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Run 'em down with that yopstick, young n***as, all we know
When he on coke, when he see a opp, he got to let it blow
Blue 'hundreds and red rum, only colors that he know
Loadin' Glock, even though it's hot, he 'bout to leave a n***a cold
Got smoke with a lot of n***as in the city, kill 'em, they won't know (Yeah)
Only way that they get to him, is to set him up with a hoe
More funerals than graduations, I seen babies having babies
She think it's Gucci, Roger Davis
She just want Lucci, Reginae

[Verse: RFE Nook]
(Aggravated)
Aggravated in my mind, got me going crazy (Goin' crazy)
Tryna trick me out out my grind, I go grab the .380
How hope that Riley want that bust down
You play with me and you get touched down
I came from nothing, I pray for better days
The sun gone shine, even through the shade
I know my time coming, ready for a relocate
And when you ate up on my plate, that was hate, so you fake
And I don't relate
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Run 'em down with that yopstick, young n***as, all we know
When he on coke, when he see a opp, he got to let it blow
Blue 'hundreds and red rum, only colors that he know
Loadin' Glock, even though it's hot, he 'bout to leave a n***a cold
Got smoke with a lot of n***as in the city, kill 'em, they won't know (Yeah)
Only way that they get to him, is to set him up with a hoe
More funerals than graduations, I seen babies having babies
She think it's Gucci, Roger Davis
She just want Lucci, Reginae

[Verse: ZiPeso]
Assault Rifle, 15, shoot when I get aggravated
Got locked up at 13, couldn't add it up, went calculate it
I'm focused now, I'm concentrated
I'm active now, I'm activated
Wanna be mad rich, not happy crazy
I make that boy unfabricated
Pull up with that chopstick but dick can't pick up noodles
Pull up with that firearm, this a toaster strudel
I'ma big dawg, pit, so baby I can't be no poodle
I'm hot like I cut the meter on
AP like the Peterson
Al Geno on the track

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Run 'em down with that yopstick, young n***as, all we know
When he on coke, when he see a opp, he got to let it blow
Blue 'hundreds and red rum, only colors that he know
Loadin' Glock, even though it's hot, he 'bout to leave a n***a cold
Got smoke with a lot of n***as in the city, kill 'em, they won't know (Yeah)
Only way that they get to him, is to set him up with a hoe
More funerals than graduations, I seen babies having babies
She think it's Gucci, Roger Davis
She just want Lucci, Reginae
Al Geno on the track