[Intro]
Drop low, pop his door, go get on to sumn
Drop low, pop his door, go get on to sumn
(Bitch)

[Verse 1: Mac J]
Ay, n***a what's the word
You gotta tell me what you seen, fuck what you heard
I had to get my head straight, like I wore a perm
I'm a real street n***a, you probably seen me on the curb
Ay, really bussin' plays
Pop a perc, hit the drank, now I'm in a daze
Bitch you better cut a check, want me to hit the stage
I just put a 30 in my Glock, he gon' act his age

[Verse 2: Young Slo-Be]
N***a watch that back door, cuz we could beat you to it
On the block, Trey Songz, we love that choppa music
Free cuddie down for that, he ain't even do it
N***as talk too much, [?] (Shut the fuck up)
Hold Glock, but the whip [?}
She a backseat bandit, but she got cooties
I ain't hit, fuck that, I need some more Blueys (I need them bands, hoe)
I think I need it all
N***as die broke in the way, they ain't tryna ball
Me and cuddie pulled up, we shot at all of y'all
Hit the county who need that, bitch I'm standing tall
Win, lose, or draw
Lil' bitch, got lips, blew a n***a drawls
SuckaK, don't listen to the opps, all they do is jaws
Bitch, if I had a key I would free all y'all (Free my thugs, n***a)
[Verse 2: Mac J]
Pull up on that back street, we gon buss' a move
Bald heads in my tools look like Terry crews
I wore my sister kicks to school, 'cause she had better shoes
I was in a different mood, thought I was built to lose
Ay, I guess I'm built to win
You need gas for the low, I get it filtered in
Ay, I feel like the man paying bills again
Hit me with that neck baby, show me how it feel again
I was looking for that bag, 'til it found me
Free all my thugs in the pen, and the county
Ay, I looked at my head, seen a bounty
Swimming through the deep, it be hard for them to drown me
Bitch we on 35th selling clear shard
Bro gon' hit that powder shit until it's pure hard
Ay, I ain't make no cheese, 'til I hit [?]
Thuggin' out my own shit, I used to use my bitch car
Drive fast, switch gears, then I switch lanes
Gang taskin' on my government, and my nickname
Ay, I challenge anybody to my wrist game
You know I miss Bris, so I put him on a big chain
Ay, with them diamonds on it, know he shinin' on it
Let a n***a touch that jawn, he gon' die upon it
Water park on 36th Street, we be sliding on it
When I walk up in the building, know they notice me
Bitch, you know it's me
They can't hold the G
And I came for everything like it's old to me
That big bitch on me, I feel like Professor [?]
Back when I was in the do's, I had the trap banging
N***a, you is not my dog, you can stop faking
Free Chink, that's his name, but he not Asian
If I'm smelling pig around, we gon' make bacon
[Outro]
Ay, free all of the thugs still locked up
I coulda' brought some dog food to the potluck
I know them n***as mad cuz they not us
Keep on speaking on the gang, you fuck around get popped up
Drop low, pop door, go get on to sumn
Drop it low, pop his door, go get on to sumn