[Intro: BC Sean & BC $crilla]
Light this sh** up...
(Ayo, BCNY)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
(No AC)
Yo, yo, yo look
Uh, $crilla
[Verse 1: BC $crilla]
What the f** is up
Baby this your song? f** it go on f** it up
You ain't in the mix b**h i'm finna stir it up
Got liquor in your cup then tell the DJ turn it up
But, you know i'm smokin' on big blunts of the green
Rollin' for a month, that's a big a** fanta leaf
I'm turnt up off them Percs, and them yellow Xannys
I pop'em cause i got'em pop'em like some candy
I'm faded outta control my n***a can't see
Been out here lookin' for a thot to come in handy
I do this for my squad, do this for my family
I do this for them n***as gettin' scrilla like me
Now must i say it again? salute the homey G'zzz
His closet look like Nike town free my n***a Flea
If you a dough boy then get it Like PC
If you a dough boy then get it like PC
Now right back to this heat
n***a no AC
I'm so fresh, so clean
n***a f** you mean?
I'm wit' a bad b**h and her eyebrows on fleek
I heard that on the net don't even know what that mean
But, I bet that b**h mean I bet she all of that
See, that's my trap queen, she whip it, and bring it back
Send her to get a bird she flip it, bring chicken back
My n***a that's my word everything i spit is facts
(n***a let's get it back)
[Outro: BC $crilla]
Ha No A...C!
Lo on the, lo on the scene!