featuring ) B Legit & Bushwick Bill

[B Legit]

I flip make hits and stick like peanut butter

Five g's to the homie my money he didn't stutter

The gutter with the gats fuck that we need the lucho

It ain't no in between such things as being neutral

We shoot y'all answering to me if it's needed

Catch you in the bucket and fuck it we gon feed it

We bleed it A K spray and nine milla

You fuckin with a killa for scrilla

Money wanna deala

Peel 'em from the back and fact, you're ass out

Throw you in the trunk, we bump and mash out

We blast out and get the fuck outta dodge

And leave your body corpse parked at the Travellodge

You can't reason with a fool with guns and no brains

Thrown off your balcony get stoned and let's remain

We stressed main, paper come up short

Plus this bitch with my baby tryin to take me to court

I need a new quarter, plus my screws is loose

Makin niggas wanna pour shit down like orange juice

I one two, and slap the fuck outta you

So go on about my business bitch, and do what you do

You like to run shit

Do what you do

You fuck with powder bitch?

Hey yo, do what you do

You turn dyke too

Yeah, do what you do

But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too

If you build a heist

Yo, do what you do

You like to talk the vice?

Do what you do

Speakin on my crew

Nigga, do what you do

But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too

[Bushwick Bill]

Me and two freaks in B-Legit's back seat

F-u-c-k-i-n-g

I got clunkers, cuz you know big Chuck like em plump

Sippin hurricane bumpin slurricane cuz it thumps

In my trunk my pi