They Holla Ayo

[Verse 1: Young Dro]

"Ayo!!", They holla "Ayo!" "Ayo!"

"Ayo!" "Ayo!" "Ayo!", They holla "Ayo!"

Twelve gauge chemo (Yeah!)

Blow ya bald head (What's up?)

They say money come from trees

This is raw bread (Is is!) (Damn!)

My nude bowl grip (What!?)

This is tall bread (Damn!)

Mac 90!

Double magazine!

All lead (Bow!)

Nigga ya'll scared! (Yes!)

We green packer boys! (Bless!)

If i was outta space with dope..

I'll be a Trap-A-zoid! (Goddamn)

They call me Macaroy! (Mac!)

Brown Benz almond toy

Your bitch like my nuts..

She say this my almond joy ("I like that!")

Young dro!

I'm the first to go out craze the worst (I do)

"Slice his throat??"

Nah shoot him in the navel first!

I behave the worst

I get my scoping on! (Bow!)

You talking cheese bitch!?

I'm all about my provolone!, Dro!

[Chorus: Young Dro]

First they holla Cam!

Then They holla Dro!

Big money

Big weed

We got that "A" and blow

When it comes to these bitches

Gotta play me low

Every time they see a play they holla "Ayo!"

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]

Uh, We conceal by the coat

Real

We don't ever joke!

Shottie

Taught Gotti by Neal De la Croix

See! (La Costa Nostra!)

Any sucka spot Em

With any luck I'll pop Em

Blow ganga in Gabana (Word?)

Rubber Bottom

Kill ya'll witness

Where we all fitness

Ya'll snitches

WNBA! (What's that?)

All bitches! (Faggots!)

All business

My nig

The yard ditch us (Ditches)

Call kitch

Put ya name on a small hitlist

I'll honor ya'll (Nope!)

I got land

I'm on farmer soil

The patten leathers like armor all

Four-four tucked

You ain't got four bucks

Get ya mans smacked

Mom pimped

Broad fucked (Fucked!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Vado]

Uh, My swag spreading something serious

The whole town caught it (Caught it!)

Got em saying "Slime"

Rugby down to the Jordans (Sliiiiime!)

Lay a nigga down

Stick around for his mourning

D.A got em singing

But the crowd ain't applauding

Recording

No holds barred when I'm spittin' it

Flow ignorant

His whole style and deliverance

Call him paperboy

Paper pal he deliver it

Five nickle

No bicycle

When deliver it! (Nah!)

They say I ain't got it

You got it Pa!

The only reason you running ya town

Cuz you ain't gotta car! (Huh??)

I got it far

Smoke dope, coke and got it hard

King Jive

Lightin' a cigar like i gotta star

[Chorus]