(Verse 1: Juicy J)
Ooh my God they caught this n***a loafin’
Hit him for his chain then see what else he toting
Tell that f** n***a I need all the money I loaned him
And if he talkin sh** then f** it smoke him
To his mamma when you see your son on the news
This is business b**h don’t get it confused
He owed me two racks so they found him in two’s
Fives tens twenties fifties b**h pay your dues
I don’t give a f** money is money
Yeah I’m geeked up but ain’t sh** funny
Cause n***as don’t f** with you like you f** with them
They want the money and the fame minus hustling
(Hook: Juicy J)
I still mob through my city like I’m f**ing King Kong
What the f** is y’all on what the f** is y’all on
Like I don’t ride with them burners go bur rum ba bum bum
What the f** is y’all on what the f** is y’all on
Juicy got the streets talking cause a n***a still on
Still riding clean still getting high still blown
What the f** is y’all on what the f** is y’all on
Like I don’t ride with them burners go bur rum ba bum bum
(Verse 2: Juicy J)
I’mma pull them bazookas out and start cleaning house
Kidnapped and missing that’s how we do it in the Dirty South
And when I come through you p**y n***as gone respect it
And stop crying over these b**hes being eyeball reckless
Cause n***as want to fight over hoes and k** themselves
Before they do that they trying to k** somebody else
These n***as stupid as f** that’s why I keep my sh** on me
Cause all these jackers think they gone rob me ain’t gone get a piece
But I’m just laughing at them I’ll grab my mask and get them
I’m from the old school I’ll go buy the realist system
If it’s illegal don’t tell no n***a your business
Cause you’ll be in your house and them jackers will be in it
(Hook: Juicy J)
I still mob through my city like I’m f**ing King Kong
What the f** is y’all on what the f** is y’all on
Like I don’t ride with them burners go bur rum ba bum bum
What the f** is y’all on what the f** is y’all on
Juicy got the streets talking cause a n***a still on
Still riding clean still getting high still blown
What the f** is y’all on what the f** is y’all on
Like I don’t ride with them burners go bur rum ba bum bum
(Verse 3: Chief Keef)
We smokin’ kush, I’m takin’ breaths
If a opp in my lane, I’m takin’ breaths
He ain’t comin’ right, then we leave him left
Being a billionaire, b**h I see myself
I’m Chief Sosa, Chief Keef Sosa
Give me some lime green, and some pink soda
And a f**ing pill, I’m in it for real
Tracks I k**, I eat em like meals
Say goodnight, to yo b**h
She got good brain, she focused
I’m hocus, cause I pocus
I’m 300 b**h you on some ho sh**
I’m blowin’, Reese blowin’
Mac blowin’, b**h we all blowin’
It’s O-End, f** yo end
Lil Moe land We totin’
We make sh** very scary, something like the beat
You talkin’ a lot of sh**, don’t you tire me
What up Santana? Fredo Santana
We got on bandanas, guns man handled
Aye Big Woo, let’s hit this stain b**h
I’m insane b**h, I need brain b**h
Bang bang b**h, I g**n b**h
f** a main b**h, don’t got no main b**h
Ooo my guys just caught a n***a lackin’
We got 30 clips of them rachets
And we gonna let ’em have it
And b**h we all savage, 300 savage
Bullets flyin’ like maggots, and b**h I’m bout my cabbage
Loud and that lean, make a stupid horror scene
300 the team, what the f** do you mean?
All us pop beans, you lil n***as green beans
Like pretty and pink, everyday is Halloween