[Intro: Tray Savage]
Turn up man, glory boyz man
Ride around in my hood, shots fired man
Ride around in my hood, bop, bop, huh

[Chrous: Tray Savage]
Riding around in my hood, we smoking on that loud
Bad Bitch and I fucked the bitch, but the bitch is yelling too loud
That 50 round with that Glock shit, I blow a lil n***a down
You sneak dissing, you bitch n***a, I send his ass to the clouds
This bitch told me I'm turnt up, told the lil bitch you just turnt down
Bullets comin' on n***as tellin', he has to work around, before I move around
Blood Money blew these n***as down with the 50 rounds or 100 rounds
Drill town to my lil n***as, we'll drop his ass, won't make a sound

[Verse 1: Capo]
Me and Tray Savage, we let them shots fly
Pull up at the stop sign, won't stop firing
Other city with the shits, n***a stop lyin'
Me and formo got the fist up to his mouth now
Your rap career not goin' anywhere, so stop tryin'
Plot in my house and you see me where no shots fired
We in traffic, smoking dope, got them 50s tucked
Me and Glo runnin', when you see us, give it up
We gon' shoot yo dumbass boy if you don't have enough
We gon' blast yo dumbass boy because you actin' tough
And I know that you have something, have something
4-0 knock his noodles off his conscious, his conscious
I get laughed at, you get blast at (Get blast at)
5K for them features man I'm pass that (I'm pass that)
See a opp walkin' while I'm drivin', got the ratchet pass it to Tray Savage
I ain't killin' no civilians, when you see me you know I'ma blast now
[Chrous: Tray Savage]
Riding around in my hood, we smoking on that loud
Bad Bitch and I fucked the bitch, but the bitch is yelling too loud
That 50 round with that Glock shit, I blow a lil n***a down
You sneak dissing, you bitch n***a, I send his ass to the clouds
This bitch told me I'm turnt up, told the lil bitch you just turnt down
Bullets comin' on n***as tellin', he has to work around, before I move around
Blood Money blew these n***as down with the 50 rounds or 100 rounds
Drill town to my lil n***as, we'll drop his ass, won't make a sound

[Verse 2: Tray Savage]
Pull off with that Glock out
Shots fired, you fall out
40. on me, let it poke out
A n***a try me then his life is out
Stupid boy with a lotta clout
With a bitch bad, I put her out
R.I.P to them young n***as, young n***a who drillin' out
N***as talkin', I hop out, pull that Glock out
Couple killers in a couple cuts, outside his hosue
N***a talkin' 'till I stretch his ass, leave him on the couch
Police come when I dropped his ass, after 30 minutes so they left him out
A lotta fame with a lotta clout, got hella bands so I'm steppin' out
Business man so I'm talkin' to 'em but a n***a playin' so I took him out
Hundred thou, this Blood Money, you ain't guaped out, you ain't cashed out
Out in traffic, got my pistol with me
Got my n***as with me so it's killers with me
All I know is get a bad bitch so I chase the bag, got my heart racin'
All my n***as on that block, bitch, they don't talk shit, they gon' drop shit
Off a pill got a lotta loud, got a lotta liquor, I'ma start shit
Corner store, catch a n***a lackin' with his mans so we tote shit
[Chorus: Tray Savage]
Riding around in my hood, we smoking on that loud
Bad Bitch and I fucked the bitch, but the bitch is yelling too loud
That 50 round with that Glock shit, I blow a lil n***a down
You sneak dissing, you bitch n***a, I send his ass to the clouds
This bitch told me I'm turnt up, told the lil bitch you just turnt down
Bullets comin' on n***as tellin', he has to work around, before I move around
Blood Money blew these n***as down with the 50 rounds or 100 rounds
Drill town to my lil n***as, we'll drop his ass, won't make a sound