[Intro]
It's good somethin'
Long sticks, draco, man
I like this one, on this one right here bro
Slaughter take somethin'
Good one

[Chorus]
Long sticks, dracos, n***a that's good bumpin'
Hundreds grams in the bowl, bitch that's good money
Jumpin' out the work and bitch I made a lot of money
Walkin' down the Bouldercrest, pocket full of hundreds
I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, you talk that shit, you better live that shit
Talkin' 'bout thirty-two, thirty-two, hut, n***a we be runnin' this shit
Who? smash who and take what?
Say what and shoot who?
Rob who? ayy fuck you n***a

[Verse 1]
N***a talkin' 'bout Bouldercrest El Chapo
We ain't never seen you in Bouldercrest with no chapo
N***a come down Bouldercrest, we gon' hit you with that chapo
Slime Nudy bitch, I'm Bouldercrest El Chapo
Ridin' through magnolia with that dirty stick
I got these young n***as, yeah they ready, we on some dirty shit
We on that molly, know we geekin', fuck some fuck shit
Roll the window down, is that OJ? I'm finna shoot that bitch, yeah
N***as be talkin', we pullin' up
Chop it out then we hit him up
Fifty round clip, we gon' flip him up
Catch him down bad and we tie him up
N***as you just got some wrestle money
Huh? got that Valpo money
Take him out n***a, we wipe him out
Snip your motherfuckin' fingers off
[Chorus]
Long sticks, dracos, n***a that's good bumpin'
Hundreds grams in the bowl, bitch that's good money
Jumpin' out the work and bitch I made a lot of money
Walkin' down the Bouldercrest, pocket full of hundreds
I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, you talk that shit, you better live that shit
Talkin' 'bout thirty-two, thirty-two, hut, n***a we be runnin' this shit
Who? smash who and take what?
Say what and shoot who?
Rob who? ayy fuck you n***a

[Verse 2]
All these n***as talkin' 'bout they buddy the face of East Atlanta
Me, [?] motherfucker, and Young Drake [?] of East Atlanta
We run this motherfucker, y'all n***as ain't nothin' but undercover
You pussy, lil fake ass drug dealers
You pussy, lil fake ass street n***a
I never seen none of you n***as in the streets
None of you n***as walkin' around with that thirty round hangin' at the end of your heat
You n***as couldn't move like me
Bon appetit, your bitch is a freak and [?] a feast
Pass to my team
You know that we treatin' that ho like a screech
We switchin' up on her, we switchin' lanes
All of my n***as rep Murder Gang
Big B's n***a, man you know what I bang
S double M be the name
Um, rob who and take what?
Say who, we shoot what?
Take off, that's what what, hah
[Chorus]
Long sticks, dracos, n***a that's good bumpin'
Hundreds grams in the bowl, bitch that's good money
Jumpin' out the work and bitch I made a lot of money
Walkin' down the Bouldercrest, pocket full of hundreds
I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, you talk that shit, you better live that shit
Talkin' 'bout thirty-two, thirty-two, hut, n***a we be runnin' this shit
Who? smash who and take what?
Say what and shoot who?
Rob who? ayy fuck you n***a

[Outro]
Yeah
Fuck you n***a
These n***as talkin' 'bout they run Bouldercrest
N***a y'all don't run shit n***a
Slim thirty, PDE n***a, Magnolia n***a
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on n***a
We run this motherfucker n***a
Straight up and down, from the beginning of Bouldercrest to the end of Bouldercrest n***a
Fuck what you're talkin' 'bout, huh