Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands
Whew, whew, bitch, SG, ayy (Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Huh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands
Was brackin' P's, makin' choppers jump like a trampoline
Lemon squeeze, already stocked on that XD
Tangerines, three hundred pills get you thirty keys
Mama mad at me 'cause she know her son stuck up in these streets

Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands
Seen a hundred G's way before a rap check, huh
I paid twenty-one for these Roxys, nigga, blackjack, huh
I don't get sleepy, I put opps to nap nap
Ain't pay to get you popped, I just gave my dawg a hand dap
Huh, I'm the motherfuckin' general, it get critical
Boy, you know it's surgical if I gotta get physical
My dawgs into takin' souls, they so spiritual
And yeah, I'm still sellin' hoes, they fuck for a slip or two
Huh, I think I'm Skuba Steve, surf down your block with these .223s, huh
Ain't no future in your front, and I'm like MT, breathe
I'm gon' walk up on your ass, I don't need no infrared beam
Huh, BG, SG, huh, WSP

Verse 2: Sada Baby
Slide to your hood just to threaten niggas, huh
Nah, I'm cappin', get to scrappin', get to stretchin' niggas, huh
Put that money on your head or we could bet it, nigga, huh
Poody got me out my contract, I'm pressin' niggas
And who gon' check a nigga? Huh, disrespect a nigga, hah
I be done left a nigga, huh, right where I met a nigga, hmm
Dump the extras out the clip for any extra nigga, huh
Law and Order with that bop, he a special victim
I pop three Percocets to sex them bitches
We sell bricks in my trap to bless the business
Water gun a whole crime scene, we wet the witness
Especially if them niggas look like they gon' get to snitchin', huh
R.I.P. to Kobe Bryant, know the game gon' miss him, huh
He probably came helicopter avoid you lame niggas
I be done came at you, tried to shoot you in your face with it
I be done came on your bitch ass and her face with it, ooh
Freaky Kuz'll fuck you up, I ain't gon' play with it, huh
Red bandana my right leg, know I stay with it, mmh
Up and under, baseline, Doctor J with it
Pull up in a rental with the drank and the Dracs in it, huh

Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands
Was brackin' P's, makin' choppers jump like a trampoline
Huh, tangerines, three hundred pills get you thirty keys
Mama mad at me 'cause she know her son stuck up in these streets
Hey, was brackin' P's, makin' choppers jump like a trampoline
Huh, tangerines, three hundred pills get you thirty keys
Mama mad at me 'cause she know her son stuck up in these streets (Huh, hey)