[Intro: Lefty Gunplay & Kiing Khash]
Giddy up, holdin' my city up
Me and Prolly reppin' Compton, we like fifty up
What? Fuck a milli', man, we tryna be a billi' up
Come on, Young Left, let's fuck the city u, what?
[Verse 1: Lefty Gunplay]
Giddy up, you think you pretty, huh?
It's Lefty Gunplay, I accidently cut (Go, Lefty)
These songs are too short, I keep 'em in the cup
So what if I'm pretty, boy? No **** cut
Run up in your spot, it's history of the flock
I remember the first time they caught me with the ghost Glock
I wonder how my baby mama felt, she heard me on the radio
I was with this bitch, burn it up, I'm in Ontario (Go, Lefty)
The ball in yard, one Mercedes
What? Bitch, I got two Mercеdes, yeah
I feel like lil' baby, wah-wah-wah, on thе gang, I'm drivin' these bitches crazy (Go, Lefty)
Lefty Gunplay, I'm 'bout that bone thug
More murder, more murder, four guns in the club
I don't really give a fuck, the homie stalkin' with the snub
Swap the snuff for the Nina, on the gang, I dug it up (Go, Lefty)
Dug it up, after I blasted that fool, I took it out (Go, Lefty)
Lefty Gunplay, if I'm a nut, bust and I'll pull it out
[Chorus: Kiing Khash]
What? Fuck a milli', man, we tryna be a billi' up
Shit, Young Khash, let's fuck the city up (What?)
[Verse 2: Kiing Khash]
Banana on the cake, I'm a real park baby
Free the homie Shady, ain't nobody wanna fade me (Go, Kash)
I'm comin' guns blazin', lil' homie, my life is crazy
All these **** really hatin' 'cause I'm fuckin' on they lady
One sixty on the freeway, l'ma double the dash
Bitch, I'll run up in your shit for the stash and double cash
Bitch, I'll pull up to the block, let it rip and double back
Bubble ass on the 'Gram, ayy, baby, I'll double tap (Go, Kash)
Lookin' squabbly, immaculate, pressin', I'm on some active shit
Already be life quite, ayy, homie, that ain't the half of it
Feelin' disrespected, take flight and then we smashin' shit
Fools is straight, bitches, what's missin' is just the ass and tits (Go, Kash)
[Chorus: Kiing Khash]
What? Fuck a milli', man, we tryna be a billi' up
Shit, Osbe, let's fuck the city up (What?)
[Verse 3: Osbe Chill]
I want the riches, you can really see it in my eye
I'm goin' up, we turnin' up, it's still free Five
And my advice to these haters would be stay alive
And mind yours and stop worryin' 'bout what's up with I (Go, Osbe)
But here's the shit, lately I been on another level
I'm still solid, still tryna put it all together
It's hard as ever, but I make this shit look like it's easy
And watch my back, can't be slippin' when that shit get greasy
'Cause niggas greedy, take it from me when they see you with it
I keep it with me just in case, but I don't wanna kill 'em
Too much to lose with somebody who ain't even winnin'
And fuck your feelings, I gotta get it, that is my decision (Go, Osbe)
[Chorus: Kiing Khash]
What? Fuck a milli', man, we tryna be a billi' up
Kash free, I'm back to fuck the city up, what?
