[Hook: Richie P]
Hit the club, hit the clock with a hundred models
Rest in peace, to Kane I bought a hundred bottles
n***as know I'm in the hood, I keep that strap tight
Tell them p**y n***as chill they better act right
Act right, act right
Tell them p**y n***as chill they better act right
Act right, she could get that act right
I'll run up on a f** they better act right
[Verse 1: Richie P]
I'm going going, back back, to the 9-0
Hit a f** and watch him die slow
Cheech &Chong on that diesel, got his eyes low
My n***a Kane gone, what they think I'm riding for
Guns on the waist, put them guns in your face
TP3 is on the way, sorry for the wait
What these n***as talkin' bout? I ain't tryna hear it
Shoot the soul out of n***as tryna see a spirit
Then I run for a n***a with the mask on
Young Shmoney in the building and his cash long
Balenciaga and Versace, turn my swag on
Tell them b**hes, we ain't worried cause we past them
Street educated so you know we past dumb
Hit the trap, just relax 'til the cash come
My n***a Chewy Chewy let them shells fly
I tell 'em free all of my n***as out them cell blocks
[Hook: Richie P]
Hit the club, hit the clock with a hundred models
Rest in peace, to Kane I bought a hundred bottles
n***as know I'm in the hood, I keep that strap tight
Tell them p**y n***as chill they better act right
Act right, act right
Tell them p**y n***as chill they better act right
Act right, she could get that act right
I'll run up a f** they better act right
[Verse 2: Bobby Shmurda]
You better act right, I got a fat pipe
b**h it's trap time, know i got that sack, right?
A-Rod in my trap with a black nine
If a n***a play get that a** lined
That hot sh**, we pop sh** (we drop sh**)
Gun Squad shut down your whole block b**h
It's that hot sh**, get you pop b**h (got b**h)
Gun Squad shut down your whole block b**h
What it is b**h, clean and rich b**h
Smoke dope, I'm about to get lifted
I'ma Shmurda dat, I'ma Shmurda this
And I'ma Shmurda that b**h, I'ma Shmurda this
We potent, we rollin'
Catch a f** n***a, we gon' bust him open
(I'm going going back back to the fifties)
Smoke a n***a like I'm Fifty
[Hook: Richie P]
Hit the club, hit the clock with a hundred models
Rest in peace, for Kane I bought a hundred bottles
n***as know I'm in the hood, I keep that strap tucked
Tell them p**y n***as sh** they better act right
Act right, act right
Tell them p**y n***as sh** they better act right
Act right, sh** can get that act right
I'll run up on em', f**ing better act right
[Outro: Richie P]
I'm going going, back back, to the 9-0
Hit a f** and watch him die slow
I'm going going, back back, to the 9-0
Hit a f** and watch him die slow
Hit a f** and watch him die slow
Hit a f** and watch him die slow
Hit a f** and watch him die slow
b**h, I'm going back to the 9-0