[Intro: Lul Timm]
Ayy, you know that NBA, 4KTrey, park the car, that's Jump Out Gang (Wassam, Red?), huh?
(My nigga Brando the sickest)
[Refrain: Lul Timm]
He want me, leave him with his face off (Say, Brando, what it's hittin' for?)
Don't wait, nigga, shoot first, get off (Get off)
Niggas know I beat the block down, they don't want a shootout (Shootout)
Clutchin' all on stage, K tellin' me I need to cool off (Huh?)
Told her, "We can't share no location, baby, it's a brick house" (This a brick house)
[Verse 1: Lul Timm]
Known smacker, close casket, walk down, real doordasher (Real doordasher)
I could make the phone ring and get off faster (Real faster)
Niggas flooded out they main bitch, bae a ho catcher (A ho catcher)
He was home, he went to trial, his Co-D died, and now he tellin' (Now he tellin')
[Verse 2: NBA Big B]
Drug dealer, real-nigga, whatever you wan' call me, bitch, I'm that
Park the car and swing the door, the first one I see, he gettin' smacked
That's my mama house, I moved her out and turned it to a trap
Bring that chopper out, and nail 'em to the wall, just like a tac
(Frrt) Oh, that's that pressure, huh?
"Homicide, they wanna ask some questions," oh, who tellin', now?
Creepin' down up in this backyard, and I got my weapon out
Hollows eatin' up all his face, as soon as that bitch steppin' out
[Chorus: Pistol P]
Mmm, yeah, I be pointin' my strap, right where your head at, sprayin' that
You wan' fuck with somethin'? Why you said that, said that?
Gangster shit, it got me, can't sleep, I'm in beef, I keep a chopper layin' where my bed at
[Verse 3: Pistol P]
Stop the whip, and hop out, poppin' at your ass (Baow, baow)
I'm Pistol P and, bitch, I hop out, walkin' fast (Nigga, yeah)
We switch 'em down, just me and Tay, had left a tag, yeah
He made the diss, I had them gunners on his ass, bad (Hlrrd)
[Verse 4: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Pistol P]
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Me and my niggas, we stickin' together, never gon' flop, and we ain't gon' never fold
'Member times we got up and B put shit to sleep, nigga dyin' inside the road
Nigga, Jump Out, 4KT, better have your heat, soon as it's time to roll
I'ma post up with this flag, YB sell bags, for the low, low
Got a stolen Drac', I'm inside Montana Jag', I'm duckin' popo (Oh-oh)
I be tryna fill up my pants
If she gettin' mad (Oh), I'm out there too long (Huh, oh)
But, she know, like I know, I can't stop, I get it on, I rock the stage
This for Lil' Dave (Oh, I rock the stage)
You wanna play? Bitch, we got them K's (Ah, we got them K's, bah, bah)
Experience pain from the choices made (My choices)
Woah, I was two grams up, Pistol, what you say? (Ooh)
[Chorus: Pistol P]
Mmm, yeah, I be pointin' my strap, right where your head at, sprayin' that
You wan' fuck with somethin'? Why you said that, said that?
Gangster shit, it got me, can't sleep, I'm in beef, I keep a chopper layin' where my bed at
[Refrain: Lul Timm]
He want me, leave him with his face off
Don't wait, nigga, shoot first, get off
Niggas know I beat the block down, they don't want a shootut
Clutchin' all on stage, K tellin' me I need to cool off
Told her, "We can't share no location, baby, it's a brick house"
