[Verse: Lil Tay]
Hol up, 50 rounds off in the chopp
So what?, I put 30 in this Glock
Sho nuff, play with me you gettin' shot
Roll up, smoking dope, my swisher box
If he actin', then we shootin, and that's on set
She wanna hang with my squad and give my crew neck
She show a n***a where she live, get her shit splat
Can't show no symp'thy, only knowing when you getting wet
And I don't need nobody else, my mama told me that
But I ain't belive her 'til n***as showed me that
Clutching on pistols, I gotta keep a strap
And if they come through bucking then we bucking back
They tryna play us like we pussy, no we not no rookies
Aiming firm, flat his shit like whoopie cushions
Aey what you know about laying low and jumping out them bushes?
And all my shooters, yeah I roll with them cause they some pushers

[Hook: Lil Tay]
And I put 50 in this chopp for a fuck n***a
Drop a couple bands for me to touch n***as
Say I put 50 in this chopp for a fuck n***a
Drop a couple bands for me to touch n***as
Say I put 50 in this chopp for a fuck n***a
Drop a couple bands for me to touch n***as
Say I put 50 in this chopp for a fuck n***a
Drop a couple bands for me to touch n***as

[Verse: LA4ss]
Fuck you let a n***a tell you he gon' get you clapped
And he still out here thuggin', and you somewhere laid back?
Talk that hip shit these ways and I'm dressed in all black
Now here somewhere laid flat, burnin' from a old gat
I'm the hood pusha man, i'm tryna smoke your favorite savage
My big homie say the word, i'ma let his ass have it
Why would I lie?, I'm at the top, I ain't never coming back
Fucking hoes, rocking shows, snapping off on every track
And they rocking with L.A., because L.A., i'm on the map
Bitch I live the wildlife, like i'm signed with Loose Cannon
Lil Tay, he got my back, because he strapped with that cannon
And J Swagg gon' let it blow, you wanna roll, he doing damage
Huh

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[Verse: Swagg Huncho]
What you know about laying low?
Hitting licks, smoking dope, Popping bottles, pouring 4's
I started trends out through the hole
R.I.P. Ron 4, Ron o, Twan Low
Free Mino and Free Rello
Free my n***a Monie Locc
I be jugging, slanging coke
I be fresh from head to toe
She too talking, i'm not on my dealer, they won't tell a soul
I'ma shooter on my own
Downtown, We round by the lo, this shit you won't really want
My n***as bout that action
We pull up and [?] tinted, and we gon' let you have it
50 in this chopp for a bitch n***a
I pray my mama that we gon' get rich n***a
Until this day I always rob a bitch n***a
If he play me, lay him pussy, he get hit n***a

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