[Intro: YS]
(Man, gotta lay off the Peyote)
(EBlessedMe)
Uh

[Verse 1: YS]
These n***as with the talkin', I'ma end the discussion
I'm a cold shiesty n***a, I'll up it in public
Tried to run off (What?), this chopper, it'll cut him
Catch him at a red light, my n***as, they bust him
My opps talk a lot, we'll really bring them choppers out
Why you talkin' gangster on the 'net, this shit you not about?
Pull up, we get to shootin' out the AR
Hit a n***a block with two clips, they tryna play hard
Confidential stepper in the cut, that's my shooting guard
They like, "Why you movin' with that pistol? You a superstar"
Must got me confused with these rappers, I'm a shooting star
Could never find us, I'm Your Highness, thеy don't play about me
Kick my feet up and make a call, they gon' spray 'bout mе
Put him six feet, he tried to creep, he gon' lay 'bout it
We gon' send a bitch if she gon' find out where he stay probably
Wack Jumper bringin' out them Glocks, I got a Drac' probably
Don't pour more than a four, so we slow now
Hold on, you know I got the pole, it'll go down (It'll go down)
[?], I got plenty opps, I got more rounds
Slidin' with a four pound, walkin' with a soul now
[Chorus: Wallie the Sensei & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
N***as be talkin' a bunch of shit that I don't care about
I bet my opps tryna figure out my whereabouts
Ridin' with a top in the middle of a route
We don't know that destination, find it, then we air it out
It's true every n***a that done played with us lose
Why every n***a that done played with us died?
Ayy

[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Crazy as hell how I'm poppin' and I still be poppin' off
Leave a n***a lost in the sauce, I pull over then pull off
Book a room to count some money, man, I could've grabbed a loft
That Rolls truck only three hundred, I'm finna grab it, that ain't hard, n***a
Man, I'm a fiend, blue head like Marge
I love them blue hundreds, man, I ain't never had no car
Man, I ain't never had no job, really hustle, we used to rob
Free Day, he'll paint a n***a head like Dennis Rod' (Come on)
Man, I don't dodge n***as
Keep a Glock, and I'll bust it, baby, like Plies, n***a
Man, this baby Drake'll change a n***a mind, that's why I ride with it (Ayy)
Man, n***as tough until it's time to be a tough guy
Them bullets get to jumpin' inside your whip, n***as get crossed out
Shit, I ain't got no time to roll the window down, they gettin' bust out
And if a n***a hit the car too many times (Ayy), I'm 'bout to jump out
In a second, I get a chance to use my gun (Ayy), I'ma show out
Wack Jumper really shoot like he was two n***as, they know now
[Chorus: Wallie the Sensei & BandGang Lonnie Bands]
N***as be talkin' a bunch of shit that I don't care about
I bet my opps tryna figure out my whereabouts
Ridin' with a top in the middle of a route
We don't know that destination, find it, then we air it out
It's true every n***a that done played with us lose (For real)
Why every n***a that done played with us died?

[Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
You could see it in my eyes (In my eyes), huh
I wanna catch one
We be done slide (N***a, every time we)
Tuh, we done left somethin'
Man, my heart numb (My heart numb), I can't even smile
I done lost my right-hand and my second child
I was supposed to get the deal, get the whole gang out
I just left my cousin funeral layin' off them Draco rounds
Huh, n***a, ain't talkin' OVO
I'm the real Birdman, I got a banana boat
Lately I've been turnin' down my shows
You would do that too if you gettin' ninety for thirty-six O's
Damn, I went and got all this money, n***a (All this money, man)
And now my soul empty
Man, I done lost Lennie, lost Paid, lost DeeDee
So that'd tell you why I keep three pistols with me
[Chorus: Wallie the Sensei]
N***as be talkin' a bunch of shit that I don't care about
I bet my opps tryna figure out my whereabouts
Ridin' with a top in the middle of a route
We don't know that destination, find it, then we air it out
It's true every n***a that done played with us lose
Why every n***a that done played with us died?