(Chorus: DJ Paul and Gangsta Blac)
My n***a strapped with the Glock and it's co*ked
About to shoot you, b**h
Don't you ever, Don't you ever try to test my nuts
(Verse 1: Lil Jyule)
Raised on Richmond Street, Kicking in Southward
The plane's about to leave, So b**hes come on board
You hoes don't want none, n***as come get you some
Don't come along punk, You'd better bring your f**ing gun
I'm high cause I'm chiefing sack, I'm chilling with blizo mack
We rolling Rochelle's thang, We drinking a pint of Yak
These n***as ain't really sh**, They cross me out over b**h
I'm keeping my f**ing my cool, My mind's about to click
I'm high as a motherf**er, I'm ready to k** a s**er
I'm buying this f**ing tone as soon as I see that buster
These n***as can't fade me, A hoe can't rape me
I know I'm a player fool, I bust hoes daily
I'm rapping on this motherf**ing beat by the Triple Six
Blood that was born in me, I'm flizzock with my Glizzock b**h
(Talking): Aw yeah, It's Lil Jyule in this motherf**er, Kicking sh** with DJ Paul and Lil Fly, Don't you ever try to test my nuts!
(Chorus: DJ Paul and Gangsta Blac)
(Verse 2: Playa Fly)
Hoe you wanna test my nuts, Anna's what I'm thinking be
S.P.V. we strapping with them Glocks, Down with R.I.C
Clicking on you s**ers talking sh** about a funky hoe
Stick that tone up to your dome
And lay your b**h a** on the floor
Motherf**ers talking sh**, Anna got me clicking lemon
Jealous cum catching n***a bustas trying to test Fly pimping
Mega blunts they got me bleak and thinking of another flow
Expose you buster s**ers so my n***a Jyule up in this hoe
Richmond Street and North Ridge Click Devil blood of Triple Six
Time to diss a funky hoe, You know s** a player's dick
Hoe you wanna play some games
Now you know I've had enough
Go and get so strizzapped with that Glock Pop you in your gut
Fly don't give a f** because you hot, So get off my jock
Keep on spreading f**ing rumors
Then, I'm knocking off your socks
Don't show your a** around here hoe
But you better not get so buck
Cause when you see Fly's skin and grin
b**h, Lil Fly's gone test your nuts
(Chorus: DJ Paul and Gangsta Blac)
(Verse 3: Lil Jyule)
Swinging early Sunday morning smoke up in my head
Money on my bed I need a blizzant cause my n***a's dead
Jumping in the 1,500 rolling with my n***a Lil Mont
Just scooped up my rollie Mont, So you know I got that blunt
I got a pistol on my hip, Got a blizzant stuck between my lips
Ski mask on, Got my tone, Now I'm finna take a trip
A player doing it Richmond style no realer pimping by the mile
When I chief the blizzants guaranteed to get buckwild
Ganking n***as everyday when I drink that Conveyance
Knocking busters out when I'm high off of smoking hay
Got a bag for my n***a, Now I'm finna pull the trigga
On this busta trick who shot a cross at this Richmond n***a
Let me beep my rollie Mont, Tell him bring my f**ing gun
Shot a busta trick a** n***a, Now I'm on the f**ing run
Running for my life, I cannot stop the force is coming, G
25 cops strapped with Gats trying to k** me
(Chorus: DJ Paul and Gangsta Blac)
(End of the Song)