作曲 : Daijon Davis
Huh (yeah), yeah
Ayy, ayy, yeah
You know what the **** goin' on
Yeah, ayy, ayy
Mike G, you can't do this to 'em, man!
**** you got me ****ed up
Talkin' all that shit, but get your bucks up
Bucks up, my AR got jammed, you ****ing lucked up
Run up, chasin' niggas down, you might get done up
Funds up, talkin' out your neck, retarded
But, **** you got me ****ed up
Talkin' all that shit, but get your bucks up
Bucks up, my AR got jammed, you ****ing lucked up
Run up, chasin' niggas down, you might get done up
Funds up, talkin' out your neck, retarded
Boy go get your bands up, pull my pants up (gang, gang)
Go to work, I might just blam you 'cause I can't stand you
B***h stuck on me like some dandruff, bless you on camera
You know I don't put my hands up, I'm takin' banners
And my broski got that Hi-Tech to hologram you
I say shoot, that boy go ape shit, he go bananas
Call him Caesar with that drum stick, b***h, put your hands up
Or I'm gon' tell lil bro to activate, give you the hammer
And I'm down to catch a body b***h, just copped extended clips
Lay a nigga where his mouth run then dance like Bobby b***h (free Bobby)
Milly rocking on your front yard, get popped, no mollies b***h (free Rowdy)
Never got shit on the twenty-fifth, I guess I'm naughty b***h, ayy
**** you got me ****ed up
Talking all that shit but get your bucks up
Bucks up, my AR got jammed, you ****ing lucked up
Run up, chasing mother****ers down, you might get done up
Funds up, talking out your neck retarded
But **** you got me ****ed up
Talking all that shit but get your bucks up
Bucks up, my AR got jammed, you ****ing lucked up
Run up, chasing mother****ers down, you might get done up
Funds up, talking out your neck retarded