[Stunna 4 Vegas & NLE Choppa feat. Mike WiLL Made-It]
Ayy. Gang, gang, gang, gang
Mike WiLL Made-It
Lil' Capalot, bitch, ha
[Stunna 4 Vegas & NLE Choppa feat. Mike WiLL Made-It]
Ayy. Gang, gang, gang, gang
Mike WiLL Made-It
Lil' Capalot, bitch, ha
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
[Verse 1: Polo G & Stunna 4 Vegas]
Hit this jug by the school, couldn't wait 'til I got out of class
Used to stare at the clock and shit
Before all of this rap shit, I was gangbangin'
And doin' highspeeds on the cops and shit
And I'm straight from the Chi', but I ball like king
Up in Cali' and shoot like Stojaković
Keep applyin' the pressure, I go on the run
And it ain't no lettin' it up, ain't no stoppin' this
Had to tell my little brother to chill, gotta stay in the house
Come outside, he be poppin' shit
You ain't heard about us, well you need to go watch the news
Niggas know we be dropping shit
Got the feds on my ass in the hood
Cause they think I'm the one who been buyin' them Glocks and shit
I'm just focusin' on music
They say my last tape was a classic, but I got some hotter shit (Hotter shit)
Might be rocking a show, if I'm not up the stu', then I'm fucking this cash out
Don't you know Polo G? Skinny, tall, with the dreads
That lil' nigga be rappin' his ass off
Yeah, I heard she got surgery
Still wanna clap from the back just to see if her ass soft
Go like Harden with Rockets, we blast off
Tried to throw us some bullets, but we made them fumble
Now you ain't getting that pass out
Finna block, now I'm takin' my mask off
Hit the gas like we racin', speed off in them foreigns
And leave tire marks on the asphalt
It's gonna be R.I.P. once your ass caught
He like front, we knockin his cap off
Another day, another chain, or a mac bowl
All this ice got me freezin' like Jack Frost (4X)
[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas]
That boy a bitch, that's his dad fault
If you play then you late, we can crash out (Let's go)
When I'm up in his shit, bet his man down (Ooh)
In B.O.A., I'm pullin' them bands out (Cap)
D.O.A., bitch I catch your man off
A rockstar from the block, I stand out
Came from nothing, I fought my advance off
When I hit the game with my floor niggas, ran out, fuck it (No, cap)
I'm not your average Joe
When I leave the house, I tuck it
I'm rich, I don't shop with no budget
My little youngin want him a bucket
I hop on his bitch and run it (Uh)
If I said it, I seen it and done it (Uh, uh)
These lil' niggas never rob nobody
Ain't caught nobody, and ain't getting no money (Cap)
Where I'm from, it's sport to gunplay
We adopt to the killer and dealers
But even them niggas won't make it out one day
I pop my first xan I been had hood fame (Yeah)
Took off like I was on the runway
I'm a star but still post on the runway
Them niggas talk, but don't want play
We let them descent like the choir on Sunday
[Verse 3: NLE Choppa]
Yeah, yeah
Hop on this scene and I'm thuggin'
Big Glock on my hip so you know that I'm pushin'
Catch me an opp, I'ma down him in public
The police keep askin', I'm changin' the subject
Know where I grew up, man, a nigga was rugged
Why the fuck you got a gun? You not gonna bust it
And the hundred round shots, I ain't doin' no tussin'
Give a nigga temptations like he David Ruffin
I ain't gon' cap, I don't even like rappin'
But I love wrappin' them bodies and shit
Fucked the bitch, and when I get done
I'ma up my Glock and then rob the bitch
Catch a nigga when he clock out
I'ma get him wacked at his job and shit
And I dont know why the police keep fucking with me
Cause they ain't stoppin shit, yeah
Spin on your block like a remix
Shoot him in the face, get his teeth licked
Extended clip like a broomstick
Shoot a flick like Netflix
Scratch an opp off the checklist
I just bought a gun off Craiglist
Shoot and opp in the brain, I'm leavin' the stain
Only thing you see is red shit
If the police behind, we keep duckin'
My gun need some draws, he got nothin
Whole gang, we strapped on testos
If a nigga need play, he gon' get bust, yeah
NLE, the Top Shotta, don dada
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
[Outro: NLE Choppa]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Stunna 4拉斯维加斯＆NLE乔法技艺。迈克的内容自动]
AYY。刚团伙，帮派，帮派
迈克遗嘱，它
律” Capalot，婊子，哈
泰基思，他妈的这些黑鬼
[诗歌1：马球G＆Stunna 4拉斯维加斯]
由学校打这个酒壶，不能等待，直到我得到了类的出
用钟，盯狗屎
所有的这首rap之前，我gangbangin'
而乐队的警察和狗屎highspeeds
而我从志”直的，但我喜欢球之王
Up在卡利”和拍摄像斯托贾科维奇
保持applyin'的压力，我继续跑
它是不是没有释放Walking起来，是不是没有阻止这本
不得不告诉我的小兄弟寒意，总得留在家里
到外边来，他是屁股狗屎
你是不是听说过我们的，那么你需要去看新闻
黑鬼知道我们下探狗屎
得到了我在引擎盖屁股联邦调查局
因为他们认为我已经买入他们Glocks和狗屎谁的一个
我只是对音乐的focusIn'
他们说，我的最后一个磁带是一个经典，但我得到了一些狗屎热（霍特狗屎）
可能是摇摆表演，如果我不是了斯图”，然后我他妈的这个兑现
难道你不知道波罗G＆瘦，身材高大，与畏惧
这律”黑鬼说唱他的屁股
是的，我听说她手术
不过从后面拍想只是为了看看她的屁股软
去像哈登与火箭队，我们升空
试图把美国一些子弹，但我们让他们摸索
现在，你是不是得到那个昏倒
FINNA块，现在我羚牛我的面具关闭
击中气体像我们racin'，速断在他们夷
而留在沥青轮胎痕迹
这会是R.I.P.一旦你的屁股夹
他像前，我们敲开了他盖掉
另一天，另一个链，或MAC碗
所有这些冰让我freezin就像杰克·弗罗斯特（4X）
[诗2：Stunna 4拉斯维加斯]
那个男孩是婊子，那是他爸爸的错
如果你打晚了，那么你，我们可以碰撞出（让我们去）
当我在他的狗屎我了，赌他的人下来（访谈）
在B.O.A.，我普林他们带出（CAP）
D.O.A.，婊子我抓住你的男人关闭
从块摇滚明星，我站出来
从什么都没有来，我打我的提前关闭
当我打的游戏我的地板黑鬼，跑了出去，他妈的（无，帽）
我不是你的平均乔
当我离开家，我把它塞到
我很有钱，我不无预算店
我的小youngin希望他一斗
我跳上他的母狗和运行它（嗯）
如果我说，我看到它，做它（嗯，嗯）
这些律”黑鬼从来没有人抢
是不是抓人，而不是越来越没有钱（CAP）
我来自哪里，它的运动，以枪战
我们采用的杀手和经销商
但是，即使他们黑鬼不会让它。一天
我弹出我的第一个XAN我一直有罩成名（是啊）
起飞好像我是在跑道上
我是大明星，但仍张贴在跑道上
他们黑鬼谈话，但不想打
让我们像上周日唱诗班他们后裔
[第3节：NLE乔法]
是啊
合上这一幕，我般的暴徒
大格洛克在我的臀部，所以你知道，我推
抓住我的OPP，我是下了他在公众
警察不断地问，我起了变化的主题
知道我长大的地方，男人，一个黑人有皱纹
他妈的为什么你有枪？你不打爆它
而百组的镜头，我是不是上来的没有tussin'
给了一个黑人的诱惑就像他大卫·鲁芬
我是不是坤”帽，我甚至不喜欢说唱
但我爱wrappin'他们的身体和狗屎
性交的母狗，当我得到完成
我是我的格洛克，然后抢了婊子
抓住了一个黑人，当他时钟输出
我是让他在wacked他的工作和狗屎
我不知道为什么警察保持他妈的跟我
因为他们没有阻止这狗屎，是啊
旋转你的块如混音上
拍他的脸，得到他的牙齿舔
扩展剪辑像扫帚
拍摄像Netflix的轻弹
从头奥普关闭清单
我刚刚买了枪掉Craiglist上
拍摄和奥普在大脑中，“我要走了污点
只有你看到的是红色的狗屎
如果警察的背后，我们保持duckin'
我的枪需要一些画，他什么都没了
整个团伙，我们绑在testos
如果一个黑人需要打球，他会去得到胸围，是啊
NLE，顶部Shotta，不要达达
拿到了炸弹像基地组织
[结尾：NLE乔法]
是啊，是啊，是啊