[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Huh, huh

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
I'm a heavyweight, knock a n***a down like I'm Fury
All we know is take, n***a, so you better tuck that jewelry
I see you lookin' at my chain, yeah, it's clarity, don't try nothin'
I put it on your head like it's charity and buy somethin'
Huh, you should've seen these n***as' face when that Glock up
Huh, we ain't doin' no attempts, n***a, we gon' drop somethin'

[Verse 2: The Godfather]
Please just stash the Glock if we get flicked 'cause I am not runnin'
Fiends comin' back-to-back, bitch, we got the spot jumpin'
Raid this bitch last week, but they ain't stop nothin'
Poody bought me a new fully, let's go opp huntin'

[Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Man, this bitch'll chop down a tree, I think I'm Paul Bunyan
When it go click, click, we spit the whole hundred
Huh, boy, you better use your lil' mind like you know somethin'
Huh, when Unkle 2 spit that fire, boy, he tryna tote somethin'
Huh, n***as, they be thinkin' with they dick, sic my ho on 'em
Huh, in the kitchen cookin' up a split, I mean a whole onion

[Verse 4: The Godfather]
Whites, he just pulled up with a six, we gon' pour somethin'
Send my young dog on a hit, he gon' go somethin'
And have a bitch stompin' the blade, bitch, I know somethin'
Every time I touch down in your bity, 'nother load bomin'

[Verse 5: ShredGang Mone]
I been stackin' hundreds by the pile
I can spread this shit from LA all the way to Belle Isle
N***as broke, need to throw in the towel
Big Five-seveN wipe his nose, n***as think that I'm slime
[Verse 6: BandGang Paid Will]
On my mama, I been eatin' since a child
This hundred-round clip, it'll drop the whole crowd
Masked up when I'm whippin', the aroma too loud
You can get them bitches whole or we'll break 'em all down

[Verse 7: ShredGang Mone]
They see the drum on the Drac', they like, "Wow"
He don't die from the shots, heart attack 'cause it's loud
I blew a hundred-some racks off them pounds
I was down on my knuckles, bitch, look at me now

[Verse 8: BandGang Paid Will]
Drop a pin, we gon' be out there campin'
Soon as he run out, we gon' run down fappin'
Do a n***a so dirty, he gon' have a closed casket
Don't compare us to these n***as, this a different type of savage

[Verse 9: BandGang Lonnie Bands, The Godfather, ShredGang Mone, & BandGang Paid Will]
Don't compare us to nobody, y'all our mini-mes
Run up on a pussy n***a with these .223s
Hop out with that wood swingin', that bitch like the major league
It ain't a problem, we can get them things to A to Z
Huh, and we still gettin' them scripts from your grandmammy
Blues goin' for thirty-five down to Cincinnati
Always askin' for my fee like I'm panhandlin'
I gotta go and get this bag, I got a play in Dallas