[Intro]
Bitch, I told mama she don't want no drama
Nine on my back like I’m making dolla'
Lil' bro, stay with the yoppa
We smoking, choppas
Aye, we with them dicks
Aye, 100 round drum, we ain’t dropping clips
All of this talk, he ain't with the shits

[Verse 1]
Yuh, aye, bang with my squad
Bitch, I bang for my squad
Blam from the car
I'll blam from the yard
Fuck it, I'll blam from the stars
I'm with the gang, yeah, I'm with the pack (Cannon)
All of us strapped up, spray out the mag
Windows, they tinted, they tinted all black
Bitch, I'll run up your home
Aye, all of these rappers, they phony
Aye, always equipped with the .40
Aye, aye, aye

[Verse 2]
Straps, you see me with them fucking Ks (You won't do shit)
I don’t give a fuck, I’ll come down where that pussy stay
Just bought it, serve him some twenties and they all fake
Choppa rip his fucking face, no case
Up when you see me
Strapped with the cannon (Cannon)
Blam at his family, leave nobody standing
2 xans, yeah, I put it in my fucking liquor
Call my hitters, get you killed, for a figure
Diamonds glitter, fucking all up on your sister
Big stacks, big cash, big bread
Ain't gotta put no money on yo silly head
Tell ’em all "Come and shop", run it dead broke
Now I'm up, catch him down with that fucking pole (Pole)
If that means we coming back, yeah, the clip reloads
Tan the semi every day, move it real slow
[Verse 3]
So we slaughter with the drill, now I'm fucking evil
.223 on the bitch, you know I keep it legal
Hit him in the fucking chest with this Desert Eagle
See me smoking on this gas, on this fucking diesel
All these motherfucking pants
Watch me blow this fucking yopp like Pakistan
Catch me cooling on the block with-
Blow with the opps, so we got the MAC-10
Fully-automatic just in case we catch you lacking
Deuce, deuce on my lap, you know how we packing
Big bands in the safe, boy, I'm stacking
Talking ’bout murder, but you dumb, you acting
Pop out anytime with that action
Fucking on your bitch, know that I fuck raw
Diamonds kissing and my dick a fucking flip-flop
Red beam on your nose, call you Rudolf
Cut him like he in the streets, he got shot up
Talking reckless then you getting knocked out
Run up in his house make him bleed blood
Pussy in the cut, talk and see us
Diamonds on my neck, there gon' be a flood
If you tryna rob, get the pump-back
Smoke so damn much my lungs turned black
Embedded on me, watch his head, cock-back
People on my head, gotta keep a strap
I'm a big dog, you a house cat (Get down)
You know how I'm coming, it's a leap day
Tinted windows, bitch, I got a ski-mask
[Verse 4 (Verse 1+2)]
Yuh, aye, bang with my squad
Bitch, I bang for my squad
Blam from the car
I'll blam from the yard
Fuck it, I'll blam from the stars
I'm with the gang, yeah, I'm with the pack (Cannon)
All of us strapped up, spray out the mag
Windows, they tinted, they tinted all black
Bitch, I'll run up your home
Aye, all of these rappers, they phony
Aye, always equipped with the .40
Aye, aye, aye
Straps, you see me with them fucking Ks
I don't give a fuck, I'll come down where that pussy stay
Just bought it, serve him some twenties and they all fake
Choppa rip his fucking face, no case
Up when you see me
Strapped with the cannon (Cannon)
Blam at his family, leave nobody standing
2 xans, yeah, I put it in my fucking liquor
Come on, hit us, 'cause you'd kill for a figure
Diamonds glitter, fucking all up on your sister
Big stacks, big cash, big bread
Ain't gotta put no money on yo silly head
Tell 'em all "Come and shop", run it dead broke
Now I'm up, catch him down with that fucking pole
If that means we coming back, yeah, the clip reloads
Tan the semi every day, move it real slow