[Chorus: Mikey Dollaz]
I got shooters in my section
And he gon' need a blessin' if I shoot him with my weapon
It's Chiraq what I'm reppin'
And Ima' rep it well, money put up just to bail
So I'll be out the jam tomorrow n***a(x2)
It's Chiraq what I'm reppin'
And Ima' rep it well. money put up just to bail
[Verse 1: Mikey Dollaz]
Got some n***as with me that be down to blow
I be thirsty just to drill a ho
Shootin' sh**, no camera though
Phatts World where I rather go
Got bond money, I be out the bam
Taxin' n***as like Uncle Sam
30 popper, Ima' put him down
The banger on me make no sound
Got Black with me, Duck with me
Send shots at his buck fifty
Opp n***as can't f** with me
When I sign, Ima' f** Nicki
Shots fired, better duck quickly
Can't love a b**h, no cuff in me
k**in' sh**, no love in me
n***as know they can't f** with me
[Verse 2: FBG DUCK]
I ain't really with the talkin', what the f** did you just say to me n***a?
Better not play with me n***a, I stay with the Glock or the K with me n***a
The Nina be beatin' the f** out of n***as that b**h a abuser
You could get wiped with the mop, or get stretched with the ruler
Most of these n***as my sons, lil' n***a I been grown
n***as be sayin' we gettin' on, n***a we been on
Now that he see his b**h gon', he wanna see fist thrown
I'm throwin' these bullets until they hit everyone right in the end zone
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[Verse 3: I.L Will]
I keep a Smith & Wesson
Stacks up on my necklace
Get brain like a professor
Head shot, you need a blessin'
Pop him if he flexin'
Shooters in my section
Bad b**hes I be s**in'
f** 'em and forgot 'em
9 under my pillow
All I know is yayo
k** a instrumental
More cheese than Alfredo
Boy don't pa** me that reg-o
I'm smokin' on that stank-o
Got a foreign b**h she fuego
She just flew in from Barbados
[Verse 4: Billionaire Black]
Spent a band on some Giuseppe
Call myself b**h I'm a boss Clout God I am a heavy
Got Wee's, O.G.'s, 30's with beams I'm flyer than a jet see
Disrespect the gang, swear this sh** gon' get so hectic
My shooters they so reckless
I got money out the an*s
Smokin' dope and drankin', fell in love with Ben Franklin
I'm steady rollin' gas man you know this sh** stankin'
30's to his head, blow out every thing he thinkin'
Them bullets get to rainin', gang!
[Chorus]