(Chorus)
My bandz stacked my guns blow
My Glock tucked
My grip show
We roll up
We up poles field boyz b*tch who want smoke
(Verse)
It's FTL til they free bro my Glocks tuck my grips show got roof shootas don't get scoped field boyz sh*t who want smoke Im posted up wit my field bro's we bust shots can't miss those I do hits wit my eyes low im f*cked up from that kush smoke
That 30 up in my tru's n*gga ridin round wit my crew n*gga like plumbers got dem tools wit us come try us and we'll shoot n*gga I'll Rob his ass fa that loot n*gga i shoot n*gga no hoopes n*gga my Yung n*ggas ain't goofs n*gga betta duck duck no goose n*gga
We real n*ggas that can't fold we got guns that will blow u want smoke jus let me know got field n*ggas that up poles they'll c*ck the heat youll drop low got 50 shots up in it bro you want smoke jus lmk got field n*ggas that up poles
(Chorus)
My bandz stacked my guns blow
My Glock tucked
My grip show
We roll up
We up poles field boyz b*tch who want smoke