Intro: Polo G & Lil Juice 
Ayy 
Gang, gang, gang, gang 
Mike WiLL Made-It 
Lil' Capalot, bitch, ha 
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up 

Verse 1: Polo G & Stunna 4 Vegas 
Hit this jug by the school, couldn't wait 'til I got out of class 
Used to stare at the clock and shit 
Before all of this rap shit, I was gangbangin' 
And doin' highspeeds on the cops and shit 
And I'm straight from the Chi', but I ball like king 
Up in Cali' and shoot like Stojaković 
Keep applyin' the pressure, I go on the run 
And it ain't no lettin' it up, ain't no stoppin' this 
Had to tell my little brother to chill, gotta stay in the house 
Come outside, he be poppin' shit 
You ain't heard about us, well you need to go watch the news 
Niggas know we be dropping shit 
Got the feds on my ass in the hood 
'Cause they think I'm the one who been buyin' them Glocks and shit 
I'm just focusin' on music 
They say my last tape was a classic, but I got some hotter shit (Hotter shit) 
Might be rocking a show, if I'm not up the stu', then I'm fucking this cash out 
Don't you know Polo G? Skinny, tall, with the dreads 
That lil' nigga be rappin' his ass off 
Yeah, I heard she got surgery 
Still wanna clap from the back just to see if her ass soft 
Go like Harden with Rockets, we blast off 
Tried to throw us some bullets, but we made them fumble 
Now you ain't getting that pass out 
Finna block, now I'm takin' my mask off 
Hit the gas like we racin', speed off in them foreigns 
And leave tire marks on the asphalt 
It's gonna be R.I.P. once your ass caught 
He like front, we knockin his cap off 
Another day, another chain, or a mac bowl 
All this ice got me freezin' like Jack Frost (4X) 

Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas & NLE Choppa
That boy a bitch, that's his dad fault
If you play then you late, we can crash out (Let's go)
When I'm up in his shit, bet his man down (Ooh)
In B.O.A., I'm pullin' them bands out (Cap)
D.O.A., bitch I catch your man off
A rockstar from the block, I stand out
Came from nothing, I fought my advance off
When I hit the game with my floor niggas, ran out, fuck it (No, cap)
I'm not your average Joe
When I leave the house, I tuck it
I'm rich, I don't shop with no budget, he clutchin'
My little youngin want him a bucket
I hop on his bitch and run it (Uh)
If I said it, I seen it and done it (Uh, uh)
These lil' niggas never rob nobody
Ain't caught nobody, and ain't getting no money (Cap)
Where I'm from, it's sport to gunplay
We adopt to the killer and dealers
But even them niggas won't make it out one day
I pop my first Xan I been had hood fame (Yeah)
Took off like I was on the runway
I'm a star, but still post on the runway (NLE)
Them niggas talk, but don't want play
We let them descent like the choir on Sunday

Verse 3: NLE Choppa
Yeah, yeah
Hop on this scene and I'm thuggin'
Big Glock on my hip so you know that I'm clutchin'
Catch me an opp, I'ma down him in public
The police keep askin', I'm changin' the subject
Know where I grew up, man, a nigga was rugged
Why the fuck you got a gun? You not gonna bust it
And the hundred round shots, I ain't doin' no tussin'
Give a nigga temptations like he David Ruffin
I ain't gon' cap, I don't even like rappin'
But I love wrappin' them bodies and shit
Fucked the bitch, and when I get done
I'ma up my Glock and then rob the bitch
Catch a nigga when he clock out
I'ma get him wacked at his job and shit
And I dont know why the police keep fucking with me
'Cause they ain't stoppin shit, yeah
Spin on your block like a remix
Shoot him in the face, get his teeth licked
Extended clip like a broomstick
Shoot a flick like Netflix
Scratch an opp off the checklist
I just bought a gun off Craiglist
Shoot and opp in the brain, I'm leavin' the stain
Only thing you see is red shit
If the police behind, we keep duckin'
My gun need some drawers, he got nuts
Whole gang, we strapped don't test us
If a nigga need play, he gon' get bust, yeah
NLE, the Top Shotta, don dada
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda

Outro: NLE Choppa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah