[Hook: Paid Will & (Masoe)]
There he go hit the lights
(Whatup that chop n*gga)
There go the house
(f*ck that lets tear up the block n*gga)
If he move you know the rules
(Yeah pop n*ggas)
Don't be taking all day we in an out n*gga damn I hate to do it to n*ggas
(First 48)
Bro I think it's 2 of them n*ggas
(First 48)
This sh*t might make the news my n*gga
(First 48), first 48, (first 48), first 48, (first 48)
Where these n*ggas I see em Mas
(Them n*ggas got low)
He in the crib on the corner
(I'm bout' to kick in the door)
I got the 40 what you got?
(I f*ck around brought the Mac)
Where that n*gga Young at?
(He bout' to creep through the back)
[Verse 1: Paid Will]
Oh there he go n*gga don't move better put up them hands
I want that watch I want that chain n*gga and all them bands
So if you move my n*ggas do what I say do if I say shoot what the f*ck you think them boys gon' do?
Pull them triggers pull them triggers now you gone my n*gga
Had he wishin' he was still sitting at home my n*gga
Hoes f*cked up, got it on my own my n*gga
Bull fully blown we don't fully blow my n*gga
BandGang!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Masoe]
Biggs tell em' they trippin' why we ain't signed yet
Got choppas' that shoot for hours don't look through blinds yet 20 deep
With ice bust chillin' in yo projects
If you n*ggas looking for us why we ain't died yet? We here
Bullets appeared don't be on TV n*gga
Cooking dope choppas' with drums that's a CD n*gga kill you
Him and him, that's a 3D n*gga second summer I'm on my sh*t
Tryna' 3 Peat n*gga I'm shootin'
Get in that room don't say a word to these n*ggas
Hold metal hittin' scalps like a perm to these n*ggas, hoes [?]
Still do em' ain't concerned bout' a n*gga
Big Glocka I call it Waka shootin' words out at n*ggas we coming
End of discussion n*ggas money we love it
For the AP or BAP them real killas coming [?] b*tch we ain't worried bout' nothing
Might double back, drop a stack and leaving b*tch n*ggas nothing
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Javar Escobar]
Got them shootas' on my head, you must be sniffing coke
[?] make em' disappear pus*y hocus pocus
Push a victim with that choppa' leave a n*gga homeless
You a pus*y only thing you leave a b*tch is phones
Got him scared for his family had to move twice
He copping pleas on the phone tryna' make it right
I don't trust him we don't off him he the iffy type
BA hit him with that freezer got his ass iced
(Newscaster: 32 murders in 15 days, and that does not include non fatal shootings)
He be lying to these hoes tryna' impress a thot
Gave that b*tch a headache talking guns you never shot
Gucci [?] holders like Iraq on the block
Long clips look like a ladder poking out of the Glock
(Newscaster 2: An alarming increase in the city's murder rate over the last year. The latest numbers show 375 murders in Detroit. That's the highest rate since 1994. And those numbers have climbed since that report.)