(Chorus)
*Growling*
Me and my man, we get down like one for all
Win or lose, we gonna play the game til we fall
Brawl til they call, 9-1-1
Pull out the...run, run (2x)

(Verse)
Now I'm gonna tell you one more time shorty, stay in your place
Or it won’t be champagne that I spray in your face
But you gonna be just as wet, take it as just a threat
And you gonna find out what you wanted, ain't what you get
Messing around with something that ain't yours
Cause, there are certain lines that you just don’t cross
And you risk getting seriously hurt, you hearing me jerk
You listening to what I'm saying or you stealing my work
But you ain't never gonna be able to mess with me with the rap
Mess with me the scraps, especially when they cats
And I ain't got to be strapped
Cause you ain't shooting nothing
But your motherfucking mouth, where I'm from we call that frontin
What could you tell me about getting a n***a, listen
I got people that just love getting a n***a missing
Low, so I know when there's snakes in the grass
Get in where you fit in and it's fake n***as last
Break n***as fast, you know when you crossed the line
With a blast, I know you done lost your mind
N***as is stupid, running your mouth, saying nothing
I ain’t a playa hater, I just hate a player frontin
If you ain’t build like that, or ain't out that mob
Don’t even carry it like that, it's not your job
I got a Army of 730 n***as, thought I was playin
For real, we try to bury n***as, you ain't know what I'm sayin
(Chorus)
*Growling*
Me and my man, we get down like one for all
Win or lose, we gonna play the game til we fall
Brawl til they call, 9-1-1
Pull out the...run, run (2x)