[Intro: Young Pappy]
Everybody Stay Talking 'Bout They Wanna Hear That New Young Pappy and Bang
Well, My Manager Tax For A Feature, But You Don't Get Taxed If You Da Gang
A Headshot Put A Patch In His Brain
I'm Smoking On Dead N***as, I'll Match You A Name
Shorty Told Spazz, "I Can't Hang Where You hang, cause you hang with Young Pappy, Ain’t he gave you that name."

[Verse 1: Bang Da Hitta]
Bitch I go crazy, bitch I go crazy!
Ready to kill, going in like the Navy!
Whippin' the coke, like I'm bringing back slavery
My n***as they with it, they riding, no racing
They pop out the cut, like a scene up on Jason
My n***as don't run, only time, when they chasing
Hawk His Ass Down Flip Em Right Then Face Em
You don't rock with us? Fuck 'em then waste them

[Verse 2: Young Pappy]
Squad I got a wholе lot of motherfucking shooters on my squad
Whole lotta shots, wholе lotta shooters
Whole Uzis, whole lotta MACs
Whole lotta TECs, whole lotta Glocks, whole lotta Rugers
Sure I made all the shots, saying I'm a rap star
N***a's getting clapped, hell nah, we ain't losing
12 Snatch Me Up hell nah, I ain't do It
N***a's know where I stay but hell nah, I ain't moving
I ain't ducking no action
When you see me, it's cracking
Nine times out of ten, I got it
You ain't no savage
You gon' make me call up Mac, tell 'em "Fuck traffic, bring out them ratchets"
I ain't never lackin'
N***as say "never say never", well bitch n***a, I ain't never lackin'
I ain't never lackin'
N***as say "never say never", well bitch n***a, I ain't never lackin'
[Verse 3: Bang Da Hitta]
For my squad, I'mma blam n***as
And Bro Nem Gang , go ham, n***a
It's killa season, no Cam, n***a
Get lean, like you off Xans, n***a
It's straight bars, no tams, n***a
All my n***as hundred grand, n***a
We'll pop out that van, n***a
Just spazz out, straight fan, n***a
I'm fucking up [?], tripping, my fingers is itching
My sisters is telling me n***as is Tripping
My Aim Is Official
Shoot with precision, you shot in the air
What you shooting at, pigeons?
You PBGK? Bitch is you tripping?
That's what turns n***as up into victims
Beat him and burn him in front of his children
Burning them up but then we were the killers

[Verse 4: Young Pappy]
I be on the Pole where it's cold at
You need like two-three coats and about four hats
I hang with Insanes, we post where the Stones at
N***a talk crazy, where his brains? Where the floor's at
I be on the Ave and the Mav where the Moes at
I don't come outside unless I ask where the poles at
Fucking with a real n***a, she don't wanna go back
Asking about a body, hell nah, I don't know that
[Verse 5: Bang Da Hitta]
Got Pap On the Track, We Spazzing
[?]
Swear Bruh We Addicted To The Fashion
Bitches Love Us Cause They Know We Cashing
N***as Don’t Wanna See About That Action
AnyWhere We Will Get Shit Crackin
Have The Jakes On The Scene Like God Damn [?]
How The Fuck We Let That Happen

[Verse 6: Young Pappy]
When You Hear Us Say That Gang Shit TFG , PBG Same Shit BNR Hoolies Who I Hang With
If You Ain’t Nun Of That
You Shouldn’t Claim Shit