[Verse 1: Lil' Klik]
Loced out, ridin' steamer with the M-A-S-K on my face
Tonight's a stick up takin' place, for cheese, I won't hesitate
To go on another robbin' spree with the AK on my damn side
Come and take a ride with the killers from the Southside
Punk bitch, don't say a word, my Mossberg gon' put your ass to rest
No bullet proof vest, six slugs to the chest
Bitch, will you walk from that?
I'm tired of bein' broke, trick, you know your life don't mean shit
Gimme money, now kickin' in yo' door, lettin' all these slugs rip
Journey with Lil' Klik inside my mind, nothin' but demons dwell
A plan to rule the world, don't give a fuck, witness this bloody Hell
I come from Willett, bitch, don't talk no shit, we droppin' bombs
No fear is in my heart, I kill you bitches, gimme some

[Verse 2: 2 Low Key]
Every day I'm constantly hearin' about them wannabe n***as, yo, they say they clockin' green
Yo, I'm on the scene, and watch them buster dream, robbery
That's how I come when I think a sucker got the game fucked up
I'm just a hustler, a gangster
But I be thinkin' if it's on, just feel my mega blast
I got some ID for your ass when I slip on that mask
I want your jewelry, car keys in your pocket, like all money come in sizes
I ain't broke, Low Key don't tell no lies
So how you figure that you bigger than the stick-up n***a?
Pick up the phone, then call the n***a Low Key, comin' to get 'em
Damn fool, don't chose to get your fuckin' wig split
'Cause shaky motherfuckers try some shit to make a lunatic
Click, the money's what I need, you better give it up
I had it up the here, thinkin' evil shit to fucked you up
Chill out, creep out, so welcome to the danger zone
Robbin' is my job, you and you, better gimme some
[Verse 3: Lil Hardness]
Gimme some, bitch, 'cause this player ain't gon' bullshit
These n***as be spazzin' around but they fizzinna get they fuckin' wig split
So you better beware of the robber Lil' Hardness
You know a real player be comin'
But I'm not runnin' alone my nig, I'm runnin' around with my gun, trick
I'm full of that thunder chicken, and wishin' a n***a don't wanna drop off his stash
I'm loadin' and cockin' that Glock up quick, and pop a hot one up in his ass
So choose before you move, 'cause fools don't last long in this fuckin' game
You think that Lil' Hardness be bullshitin or rappin'? Just gon' make a stupid ass move, mane
'Cause bullets are pumpin', I'm dumpin' 'til I see your motherfuckin' body drop
I'm takin' your ass out the river, mane, to make a quick-ass pit stop
It's killer, Lil' Hardness, be creepin' around with the shotgun
For the 9-5, bitch, I'm tellin' you to gimme some

[Verse 4: Lil Chucky]
Dividends, all about my hustle, makin' that cash flow
M-O-N-E-Y, gotta get my cheese, so drop it off, hizzo
Mask black, Glock on the creep through the bushes, mane
Gimme some, all you hear is a click in the process of a stang
Slip, trip, Chucky bust your lip
Not givin' up the money might cause you to take a little trip
Stash, spot, bloody Glock, body dropped
You wastin' your dizzamn time tryna get up out your bloody spot
Popped to your head, n***a's dead, infrared, ho
Scopin' through your window late at night, bustin' through yo' door
Drop it off, n***a, hit your knees, gimme all your cheese
Tens, twenties, fifties, it don't matter 'long as I get some green
Money in my pocket, so you won't get popped, trick
Lead me to your stash 'fore Lil' Chucky twist your cap, bitch
Yellow tape, blood all over the place, messed up crime scene
That's what happens if you get in the way of Chucky and my green
[Verse 5: Sir Mike G]
Early in the mornin', sweat pourin' off my damn face
Thinkin' about the stangs and murders I committed the other day
Runnin' from the crooked-ass police, they ain't got no love
Project livin', project born, bitch, I'm a gangster thug
Clicked up, ridin' deep, thick in the Honeycomb
Tennessee area, that is my fuckin' home
Slangin' rocks on the block, non-stop, body's drop
Bang, bang, full clip, watch it rip, don't you slip
Pistol grip on your ass if you try to test my nuts
G's only packin' the Z's, mother fuck a dirty slut
Rollin' zig-zagged down the street, and I'm high as fuck
Watch you duck from the nine Glock, fuck your brains up
Constantly runnin' you cocksucker, tryin' to diss a player like me
Sir Mike G, legendary pimpin' from Tennessee
Just like Darth Vader, loced out, and I'm droppin' bombs
For them player hater motherfuckers, better gimme some

[Outro: M.D.B.]
Ah, yeah, it's the real n***a in the motherfuckin' house
With this Willett Klick shit
Lettin' you motherfuckin' n***as know
You can't fuck with the Klick, bitch
And we out