[Intro: YungLiV]
Mmm, we pull up, we send hot sh*t
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, ayy
(What's the word, C4?)
[Verse 1: YungLiV]
I been stackin', runnin' up them rackies in the trenches
With my ni**as, fu*k the opps, we dump the district
I ain't signin' on no-deal, unless they talkin' 'bout some figures
Put that bag on top your head, and have your partner come and kill you
I know sometimes I be turnt up, they claim they left my homie burnt up
Ain't no way we can chill, this [?] will kill and get your head pumped
This blicky with me, if it get to fishy we gon' send it up
We get busy, I ain't hard to find, you ain't look hard еnough
Down bad, I was just down bad on my ass
I started with a couple racks, I lost some morе and got them back
They grip my homie 'cause the other side was workin' with the feds
When I got caught up for them things, they said, "Then go 'round and ask"
I be trippin' off them things, I pop the X, get in my bag
I don't like totin' normal blicks, all these Glocks got some' attached
That b*tch go "Brrrt", and that's another ni**a, pack cool where I'm at
Them ni**a's sweet for that Lil Wayne sh*t that we did, they ain't get back
We got the drop on all y'all, I'm just deciding who to whack
Lil' bro will pull up and let off a couple shots from out this TEC
So we don't sit at restaurants, these ni**as mad, I'm in my act
We pull up on him, he take off but he ain't faster than this MAC
Pour a double cup of coolie, b*tchy, I'm litty, opps ain't fu*kin' with me
Hunnid clip the Drac', the police said we fu*kin' up the city
Since my lil' homie die, go ask the opps, everyday been a killin'
Forever we still slidin', I'm with G-Boy, Mr. Go And Get Him
[Verse 2: Polo G]
Them lil' shorties dangerous, they've been blocked just for the hell of it
We gon' keep on lampin', b*tch, that's how you let that pressure hit
All my homie like is shootin' dice and shootin' at the bricks
Ever since my lil' bro brothers die, he always kept a stick
I remember hustlin' and robbin', tryna catch a lick
I was out there knee-deep in that field like Colin Kaepernick
My lil' snipers, they don't give a fu*k, man, they'll whack a b*tch
I just sent the addy to her DM, now my mansion lit
Splatter sh*t, foenem pop out cussin', let that hammer spit
Stingy with my ex, you can't touch this, no MC Hammer sh*t
Always by my lonesome or I'm linkin' up with my savages
Think twice 'fore you run-up or my gunnas get to clappin' sh*t
Sundown 'til the sun up, pick a gun up, who you ridin' with?
You would think the block a barbershop the way we linin' sh*t
Can't wait for the summer, Glocks with drums, we got all kinds of sh*t
My lil' ni**a, he don't got it all, he get to spazzin' quick
[Outro]
(Damn, Master)