[Chorus: T.I.]
Set it off on these suckers
See the flow, motherfucker
We goin ball on these n***as
Freeze up
Set it off with my n***as, we goin let it fly, my n***a
Talkin wreckless, bro, you better freeze up

[Verse 1: T.I., Young Dro and Shad Da God]
I ain't compremising my pimpin, just keepin all of my hoes
30 rounds and it’s extended, clip can't even fit in my clothes
You can fit that thang in your clothes, I got a 12 gage in my trunk and Benz
Blow a n***a head off, take a n***a bitch
Double up, cop more shit
N***as that move on command, 4 15s in the rubber band
And I got the 5th, no ball in hand
Through a n***a asss like on demand
Knock a n***a ass off, on the Xans
Try a n***a home, but it all depends
Talk that shit, I'll shoot you dead in the head
Knock your brains on your man
Dedicated to my bankroll, still dodgin them plane clothes
I’m still duckin them stank hoes, I'm off the chain, bitch, Jango
Jumpin out the dresser, I fuck your hoe with pressure
N***a still wrong on the net, we goin blast ya
[Chorus: T.I.]
Set it off on these suckers
See the flow, motherfucker
We goin ball on these n***as
Freeze up
Set it off with my n***as, we goin let it fly, my n***a
Talkin wreckless, bro, you better freeze up

[Verse 2: Young Dro, T.I. and Shad Da God]
My whip insane, my clip insane
My bitch insane, I'm switchin lanes
I'm nuts, your bitch came
Try Tip, and get split, man
I'm the Hustle Gang head honcho, I couldn't complain if I wanted to
6 figures for my Cubin links, if you reach for it, get popped too
Hoes linin up for dick, like it's them grade 11s
I'm a stoner, just to do this verse, I smoke the 7
Hold up, roll this Dro up, magazine clip, roll up
Smoke a Zip, sip this drank, got a bankroll, can’t fold up

[Chorus: T.I.]
Set it off on these suckers
See the flow, motherfucker
We goin ball on these n***as
Freeze up
Set it off with my n***as, we goin let it fly, my n***a
Talkin wreckless, bro, you better freeze up