(Chorus)
My bandz stacked my guns blow
My Glock tucked
My grip show
We roll up
We up poles field boyz b**h who want smoke
(Verse)
It's FTL til they free bro my Glocks tuck my grips show got roof shootas don't get scoped field boyz sh** who want smoke Im posted up wit my field bro's we bust shots can't miss those I do hits wit my eyes low im f**ed up from that kush smoke
That 30 up in my tru's n***a ridin round wit my crew n***a like plumbers got dem tools wit us come try us and we'll shoot n***a I'll Rob his a** fa that loot n***a i shoot n***a no hoopes n***a my Yung n***as ain't goofs n***a betta duck duck no goose n***a
We real n***as that can't fold we got guns that will blow u want smoke jus let me know got field n***as that up poles they'll co*k the heat youll drop low got 50 shots up in it bro you want smoke jus lmk got field n***as that up poles
(Chorus)
My bandz stacked my guns blow
My Glock tucked
My grip show
We roll up
We up poles field boyz b**h who want smoke