I mix the 4Hunnid with the designer, nigga
Stay laced up. On Bloods. Stay laced up (8) Huh
I just bought me a handgun and that shit came with the drum
Do a nigga foul like And-1, I need a bag then and some
I mix the 4Hunnid with the designer, nigga
Stay laced up. On Bloods. Stay laced up (8) Huh
I just bought me a handgun and that shit came with the drum
Do a nigga foul like And-1, I need a bag then and some
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh-oh)
I hop out the tub, my feet land on Gucci rug
Eat it up then slide in her, make her tell me who she love
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1: YG]
Uh, uh, baddies, lumps
Uh, uh, Mr. Klumps
Uh, uh, she on my nuts
Fuck her once, I don't eat the butt
YG always cuss, YG do too much
Oh my God, he always wearin' red, he a super Blood
You niggas super sus, act like y'all be pistoled up
When them shots fire, all you niggas did was duck
Duck, duck, duck, duck
Duck, duck, duck, goose
I don't want her, she boof, uh
Heard that pussy loose, uh
Yeah, she with the shits, ayy
Gave me head in the coupe
[Chorus: YG]
I just bought me a handgun and that shit came with the drum
Do a nigga foul like And-1, I need a bag then and some
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh-oh)
I hop out the tub, my feet land on Gucci rug
Eat it up, then slide in her, make her tell me who she love
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & Shadoe Haze]
Woo, woo, woo
Big gun, handgun, shootout, and-1
Hop out, tap out, time out
Damn, son (What?)
Goyard trunks, Gucci trunks
Goku, Trunks, asthma pump
Uh, uh, hit a nigga once he done
Crack 'em like Humpty Dumpty
She don't wanna fuck, she dumb, uh
Uh, uh, pastry cup
Cakey, rump, ice cream
Cedes truck, nine screens
Brady Bunch, widescreen
I was 13 with fake bling
When Killa Cam was on the corner with the pink mink
My little man was on the corner with the clink-clink
Gold bank, roll 8, gold links
Whole gang hold weight, ho
[Chorus: YG]
I just bought me a handgun and that shit came with the drum
Do a nigga foul like And-1, I need a bag then and some
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh-oh)
I hop out the tub, my feet land on Gucci rug
Eat it up, then slide in her, make her tell me who she love
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Outro: Albert "Alchemist" Thompson]
Alert! Bomb first
Trained to go, fuck hesitation
Ten steps ahead, not just of enemy, but of all men
Set an example by demonstration, not conversation
Fear of God, but with God keep a faithful relation
Do the unthinkable
Pop up on that ass out the blue like peek-a-boo
All a man gots is his dick and his word
So whatever that man says, he gots to do
And if that pussy is yours, protect it by all means
Keep them real niggas, some top lawyers, financial advisors and them get-the-job-done riders on your team
And now you're ready for the world, yadadamean?
Stay dangerous
Jeg blander 4Hunnid med designeren, nigga
Bo snøret op. På Bloods. Bo snøret op (8) Huh
Jeg købte mig bare en pistol, og at lort kom med tromlen
Gør en nigga fejl ligesom Og-1, jeg har brug for en pose derefter og nogle
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh-oh)
Jeg hop ud karret, mine fødder lander på Gucci tæppe
Spis det op og skub i hende, få hende til at fortælle mig, hvem hun elsker
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Vers 1: YG]
Uh, uh, onde, klumper
Uh, uh, Mr. Klumps
Uh, uh, hun på mine nødder
Kneppe hende engang, jeg ikke spiser Butt
YG altid bande, YG gøre for meget
Åh min Gud, han altid wearin' rød, han en super Blood
Du niggas super sus, handle ligesom y'all blive pistoled op
Når dem shots brand, alle jer niggas gjorde var ænder
And, ænder, and, ænder
And, ænder, ænder, gæs
Jeg vil ikke have hende, hun Boof, øh
Hørt at fisse løs, øh
Ja, hun med lort, aYY
Gav mig hovedet på coupe
[Kor: YG]
Jeg købte mig bare en pistol, og at lort kom med tromlen
Gør en nigga fejl ligesom Og-1, jeg har brug for en pose derefter og nogle
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh-oh)
Jeg hop ud karret, mine fødder lander på Gucci tæppe
Spis det op, og skub i hende, få hende til at fortælle mig, hvem hun elsker
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Vers 2: A $ AP Rocky & Shadoe Haze]
Woo, woo, woo
Big pistol, pistol, shootout, og-1
Hop ud, skal du trykke ud, time out
Damn, søn (Hvad?)
Goyard kufferter, Gucci kufferter
Goku, Trunks, astma pumpe
Uh, uh, ramte en nigga, når han gjort
Crack 'em ligesom Klumpe-Dumpe
Hun ønsker ikke at kneppe, hun stum, øh
Uh, uh, wienerbrød kop
Cakey, gump, is
Afstår lastbil, ni skærme
Brady Bunch, widescreen
Jeg var 13 med falsk bling
Da Killa Cam var på hjørnet med den lyserøde mink
Min lille mand var på hjørnet med brummen-brummen
Guld bank, rulle 8, guld links
Hele bande hold vægt, ho
[Kor: YG]
Jeg købte mig bare en pistol, og at lort kom med tromlen
Gør en nigga fejl ligesom Og-1, jeg har brug for en pose derefter og nogle
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Uh-oh)
Jeg hop ud karret, mine fødder lander på Gucci tæppe
Spis det op, og skub i hende, få hende til at fortælle mig, hvem hun elsker
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Outro: Albert "Alkymisten" Thompson]
Alert! bombe først
Uddannet til at gå, fuck tøven
Ti skridt fremad, ikke bare af fjenden, men af alle mænd
Sæt et godt eksempel ved demonstration, ikke samtale
Frygt for Gud, men med Gud holde en trofast forhold
Gør det utænkelige
Pop up på at røv ud den blå ligesom titte-bøh
Alle en mand GOTS er hans pik og hans ord
Så uanset at mennesket siger, GOTS han at gøre
Og hvis det kusse er dit, beskytte det med alle midler
Hold dem reelle niggas, nogle top advokater, finansielle rådgivere og dem get-the-job-done ryttere på dit hold
Og nu er du klar til verden, yadadamean?
Hold farlig