[Intro]
Fuck you lookin' at, n***a?
I'm still tryna find out, n***a
Hold on, hold on
Oh, we got a problem here?
Ayo, Mah, get to the bag
We got a problem here?
We got a problem?
Put the gun away, n***a
Can we have one night where there ain't no fightin', nobody gets shot?
Shut up, bitch

[Chorus: YS]
Aye, stand on it, body on that blick, I put yo' mans on it (Put yo' mans on it)
Bands on us, we don't go nowhere without that blam on us (Blam on us)
I used to take trips, now I'd rather put some bands on him (Bands)
Leave him in a spital if my n***as get they hands on him (Get they hands on him)

[Verse 1: YS]
I'm fuckin' with the Baby Stones, n***as know we known to troop (We known to troop)
Catch a opp, drop his ass, bronem hangin' out the roof
His homie ran, wе caught his ass, you know we goin' two for two (Goin' two for two)
Me and Killa ridin' in that foreign plottin' on that loot

[Verse 2: EkillaOffDaBlock]
Yеah, we need that bag, and make the wrong move and I might shoot (That bag)
I'm with 30, he got strap, what he said? We goin' two for two
Hell yeah I got his back, uh
Brodie said a n***a miss, we double back (We double back)
To the streets my heart attached (Attached)
I'm all in, can't be no rat (Nah)
She say she love me, that shit cap, man, man (That shit cap)
I lost some brothers can't get back, we keep y'all name across the map (Map)
Man, everything I'm saying facts, man (Speaking facts, n***a)
[Interlude: YS]
N***a can't fight so he always tryna find some excuse to shoot somebody
That's why fools be gettin' shot all the time
Tryna show how hard they is
Yeah

[Chorus: YS]
Aye, stand on it, body on that blick, I put yo' mans on it (I put yo' mans on it)
Bands on us, we don't go nowhere without that blam on us (Nah)
I used to take trips, now I'd rather put some bands on him (Put some bands on him)
Leave him in a spital if my n***as get they hands on him

[Verse 3: EkillaOffDaBlock]
N***a, stand on it (Stand)
We 'bout that business, we gone stand on it (We gone stand on it)
If I can't get him, fuck around and sic his mans on him (Man)
We ridin' 'round with hella cash, got rubber bands on it (Bands)
We ridin' 'round with hella cash, got rubber bands on it (Big stacks)

[Verse 4: YS]
We ridin' 'round with drums too, we tryna slump shit (Tryna slump shit)
We 'bout that bag, but we'll get back on that dumb shit (On that dumb shit)
I put her down and told that bitch to have my funds quick (Need my bag)
Ain't shit for free, you know I gotta feed my son, bitch (Gotta feed my son, bitch)

[Verse 5: EkillaOffDaBlock]
Put it in my hand, you know I gotta feed my kids
Hell yeah a n***a rap, you know I do this for the trenches
No 9 to 5, I had to get it
I'm on the block around the spot, I'm takin' risks, bitch (Man, like don't you get it?)
We probably do the same thing but we is not them other n***as (But we is not them other n***as)
Y'all n***as totin' prop guns, we really totin' other pistols (Ooh)
Y'all turn away when y'all see us, don't want no issues (At all)
You probably got away this time, but at the end I'm still gone get you
[Chorus: YS]
Aye, stand on it, body on that blick, I put yo' mans on it
Bands on us, we don't go nowhere without that blam on us
I used to take trips, now I'd rather put some bands on him
Leave him in a spital if my n***as get they hands on him

[Outro: EkillaOffDaBlock]
To the streets my heart attached, I'm all in, can't be no rat
She say she love me, that shit cap, man, man
I lost some brothers can't get back, we keep y'all name across the map
Man, everything I'm saying facts, man