[Intro]
(You're crazy, Jaywavy)
He ain't gon' let you say nothin' bad about me
Why you ain't grab it off my top? I thought I had a bounty
Heard he shitted when we popped him, that's a bag of brownies
I heard he shitted when we popped him, that's a bag of brownies (Let the beat ride out, Ju)
[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Put down this flag and grab the Bible, that's a changed man
Why you ain't slide about your, 'bout your main mans?
Why you ain't slide about your, 'bout your gangland?
Now she ain't wanna fuck with Mozzy 'til he came Lamb'
And then they let my partner fuck him until he came 'Rari
Them .40 shells is bool and all, but we gon' AR him
Bitch, it's a gangster party
I could've parked him if I wanted, I just pay for parkin'
And they know who they bet' not play with, niggas ain't retarded
I went to war with half my hood and I'm still gang regardless
How we ain't the hardest?
She said I give her Martian vibes inside this UFO
Who lookin' for me? Tell 'em, "Pull up," finna do a show
[Chorus: Mozzy]
Off methazine, we sippin' clean, it got me movin' slow
He seventeen torchin' niggas, went up two and O
My killer's ready, drop confetti, this a Super Bowl
Ain't got a stash that's big enough to fit this super soaker
Off methazine, we sippin' clean, it got me movin' slow
He seventeen torchin' niggas, went up two and O
My killer's ready, drop confetti, this a Super Bowl
Ain't got a stash that's big enough to fit this super soaker
[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
I asked you niggas do they love me? Do they love me not? (Huh?)
If I gotta ask you, then eventually I'll probably pop your top with a super soaker
Keep three shooters in the Rover, my lil' niggas gon' step (Yeah)
Two dead, four hit, bitch, but nobody wept, we solid (Solid)
Our street name's legendary
Had to drop a couple bands in my dog commissary
He gon' send you to the mortuary, don't do it to yourself
He got my back when I'm right, got my back when I'm left
When I'm left, I need help, they gon' step like some hyenas in the jungle (Jungle)
Welcome to Baton Rouge, we lay by your baby mama
Narcotics won't take me under, I'm tryna make it to summer (Ayy)
I'm tryna do for my mama and my three baby mamas
All I know is we gonna make it
When I ride 'round, it's not on safety (No)
No small talk
Well, these niggas super soaky, but we got them super soakers, so we gon' be alright
[Outro: Boosie Badazz]
Book a nigga for a show, put him on death row (We like that, ah)
Catch a nigga ass slippin', put him on death row (Brrt)
We like that, ah
