[Intro: 5STAR BUB]
Yeah, king business, n***a
911, n***a, yeah
Look

[Verse 1: 5STAR BUB]
They keep sayin' that it's trigger play, on Trigga Mobb, I'ma lead the way
Tryna see how these n***as actin' in the reaper face
I been out here stackin' my cake, no Easy-Bake
I just ordered me a Five-seveN, n***a, we can play
I'm tryna send a couple n***as up where Jesus stay
And I keep the HK on me, that's my Jesus piece
I could be a n***a best friend or worst enemy
It's broke chains and fullies burstin' if n***as mention me
Brought Dracos and SU-16s for the whole infantry
Got Play-Doh and play with them drums, that's why they envy me
And we on whatever they on, we do it instantly
Four-five break n***a's bones soon as it enter him
Headshot in back of the car just like the Kennedy
Them n***as slid, you didn't slide back, direct penalty
Them n***as ain't livin' like that, they gon' remember me
Chase a n***a down without no sympathy
Big mouth bass, trust me, can you eat this fifty-piece?
Two n***as came, but it felt like them n***as was fifty deep
They gon' play them games and make me pull out them fully things
I'm the bully, n***a, can't no n***a bully me, G-O-D
[Verse 2: C.M.L.]
Yo, .223s'll chop a n***a down like lumberjack
I'm from the 30s, we strike n***as like a Thundercat
Overkillin' my opponents, ain't no comin' back
Got a dirty baby Draco with a drum attached
So if it's on, then it's on, we invade n***as' homes
Headshot bust his dome, I'll get a n***a gone
Smack him just for lackin', leave his body all alone
Whoop him like a man just for actin' like he grown
Can't too many handle that, slidin' in a Cadillac
The shotty hit his body, got him flippin' like an acrobat
Caught him with his bitch, they was jumpin' like a camel back
Put the fire to his top, he meltin' like some candle wax
I ain't got no competition, rest in peace my opposition
Kill 'em when the chopper kickin', ready for the consequences
Money over everything, on my million-dollar mission
C.M.L. be statin' facts, n***as know they gotta listen
Wild like a cougar, wake 'em up like Freddy Krueger
All I hang around is shooters, leavin' bodies in the sewer
And we don't do no drive-bys, we pull up on a scooter
If your bitch get in the way, bullets rippin' through her hooters
Rrat

[Interlude: CashClick Boog]
What up, Lav? (What up, though?)
What up, Bub, n***a? (What that Star shit like?)
What's that Trigga shit like, though? (That Trigga shit like, though? You hear me)
Ayy
[Verse 3: CashClick Boog]
Don't talk about no bodies 'less you caught a couple
Me and Low, we used to take shit, get it off the muscle
At the parties forty deep, goonies causin' trouble
Any problems, air it out, ain't no pausin' nothin'
If I could, n***a, I'd drill all the suckers
Learned at an early age it was all or nothing
At an early age, I was taught to dog a woman
Jerrita left me as a kid, I thought my mom didn't love me
Crackers hit my lil' dog with so much time, McLovin
Still sendin' JPays, still wirin' money
Havin' withdrawals from lean, somebody find it for me
Twenty bands just for the drop, somebody find her for me
Every time I see an opp, you know I'm firin' at him
He got his gun, I got my gun, it's 'bout who fire faster
I'm 'bout to shoot his team shoes, plus I buy 'em ladders
Two hundred shots in the car, that's a fire hazard

[Outro: CashClick Boog]
That's a fire hazard, you feel me?
Y'all n***as know how we came, n***a, change the body count
N***a, from my trap to Northside Sac', n***a, ooh