featuring ) B Legit & Bushwick Bill
[B Legit]
I flip make hits and stick like peanut butter
Five g's to the homie my money he didn't stutter
The gutter with the gats fuck that we need the lucho
It ain't no in between such things as being neutral
We shoot y'all answering to me if it's needed
Catch you in the bucket and fuck it we gon feed it
We bleed it A K spray and nine milla
You fuckin with a killa for scrilla
Money wanna deala
Peel 'em from the back and fact, you're ass out
Throw you in the trunk, we bump and mash out
We blast out and get the fuck outta dodge
And leave your body corpse parked at the Travellodge
You can't reason with a fool with guns and no brains
Thrown off your balcony get stoned and let's remain
We stressed main, paper come up short
Plus this bitch with my baby tryin to take me to court
I need a new quarter, plus my screws is loose
Makin niggas wanna pour shit down like orange juice
I one two, and slap the fuck outta you
So go on about my business bitch, and do what you do
You like to run shit
Do what you do
You fuck with powder bitch?
Hey yo, do what you do
You turn dyke too
Yeah, do what you do
But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too
If you build a heist
Yo, do what you do
You like to talk the vice?
Do what you do
Speakin on my crew
Nigga, do what you do
But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too
[Bushwick Bill]
Me and two freaks in B-Legit's back seat
F-u-c-k-i-n-g
I got clunkers, cuz you know big Chuck like em plump
Sippin hurricane bumpin slurricane cuz it thumps
In my trunk my pi
