[Intro: FBG Young]
Yeah (My hitters on a lot of that)
Hello? You at the spot? (My hitters on a lot of that)
Bring the bands to the backdoor, yeah
(Copo, Copo, Copo)

[Chorus: FBG Young]
My hitters on a lot of that, they be causing drama (They be causing drama)
Now all these bitches sweating us 'cause we be hot like saunas (Hell yeah, they on us)
Every track, we kill (We kill), we body with no problem (Body bag)
More guns, less problems, more work, then more commas (Yeah)
My hitters on a lot of that, they be causing drama (Young)
Now all these bitches sweating us 'cause we be hot like saunas (GoDumb)
Every track, we kill (We kill), we body with no problem (Number 1)
More guns, less problems, more work, then more commas (Yeah)

[Verse 1: FBG Young]
Fake n***as get no time, not a tick on my Rollie (Not a tick)
I heard that he holding, no Facebook, but I'll poke him (I need that)
I stay iron holding (I got it), approach him with that toaster (Okay)
Up on him, finna blow it (The cannon), click-clack and it's over (Boom, boom, boom)
I'm [?], not [?] 'cause you know ain't shit sweet (I can't go)
So I can't go (Can't go), can't get played like DVDs (Anti-fuck boy)
And my life HD (HD) 'cause I'm TVG
Run up on him while he cooling and that nine give him heat (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
And that shit I live for, I'm dying for it
And that Pelle you got on, I hope you dying for it (Boom, boom)
'Cause my hitters jump gates and they gon' need that (They need that)
Up the llama, click-clack, now he can't breathe, man (It's over)
And if you walking through my hood, take them Trues off (Take them off)
No new faces, move around like a U-Haul (Beat your feet)
N***as act like bitches, it's a lot of RuPaul's (N***as gay)
I'm 'bout that bag, paper chasing 'til my shoes gone (I'm 'bout that bag)
[Chorus: FBG Young & King Lil Jay]
My hitters on a lot of that, they be causing drama (They be causing drama)
Now all these bitches sweating us 'cause we be hot like saunas (Hell yeah, they on us)
Every track, we kill (We kill), we body with no problem (Body bag)
More guns, less problems, more work, then more commas (Let's get it)
My hitters on a lot of that, they be causing drama (Double-0)
Now all these bitches sweating us 'cause we be hot like saunas (FYB)
Every track, we kill (We kill), we body with no problem (Catch up, no mustard)
More guns, less problems, more work, then more commas (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2: King Lil Jay]
My n***as on a lot of that, you better have your pipe (No lacking)
Boom, boom, boom (Boom, boom), then he flipping like the Jesse White (Boom-boom)
Tookaville, bitch (TVG), Tutu Gang general (TVG)
Two twin .40s, but no, they not identical (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Thirty-clip extendo (Uh-huh), shooting out the window (Uh-huh)
My gun is my bitch and that bitch is a nympho (Nympho)
Fuck the oppositions, kill 'em all if you ask me (FTO)
I'm a real hitter and on my spare time, I be rapping (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bankroll, can't fold (Uh), smoking fruity, mango (That loud)
Bad bitch, J.Lo (Uh-huh), I don't like to brag at all
But I'm adding up them zeroes, shoot you like a free throw (Uh)
And I will always have it my way like Carlito
I'm all about that bag, call that [?]
Tryna stack my chips up, I ain't talking 'bout no Pringles (At all)
And I will never spend a dollar, dime on a cheap ho (No)
Thinking I'ma cash you out, bitch, that shit Nino
[Chorus: FBG Young]
My hitters on a lot of that, they be causing drama (They be causing drama)
Now all these bitches sweating us 'cause we be hot like saunas (Hell yeah, they on us)
Every track, we kill (We kill), we body with no problem (Body bag)
More guns, less problems, more work, then more commas (Yeah)
My hitters on a lot of that, they be causing drama (They be causing drama)
Now all these bitches sweating us 'cause we be hot like saunas (Hell yeah, they on us)
Every track, we kill (We kill), we body with no problem (Body bag)
More guns, less problems, more work, then more commas (Yeah)

[Outro]
(Copo, Copo, Copo)