[Intro]
MJ
Gutta TV!
You gon' be big!
Hog Life!
They Not Us!
Yeah, yeah, look at these diamonds, heh!

[Verse 1- Jay Lewis, 187KD, Yung Flag, Yung Catch, Alief P. Lee]
I'm tryna get this lil bitch out her drawers
You know that I'm silent, I ain't got no flaws
I just be sneaking and ducking the law
She tiring me out, I be locking her jaw
We shoot shit, don't need no gym
Glock 19 with the ruler clip
N***** talk loud, they doing shit
Fuck all that talk, let's just tool this bih
Where all the n***** that screaming? This pressure
I'm trying to put a fuck n**** on a stretcher
And I fucked your bitch, and that ho, she a special
Move on a n****, watch the mob stay witcha
I be on go 'till the opps can't catch up
Fuck on your bitch then I'm on to the next onе
Slide with them sticks, I'm applying the prеssure
Just say it's smoke, then we gonna come get ya (Aye!)
I don't go back and forth, man, that shit really lame
Just stay 'cross the bank and I'm stuffing the drank
He playing for keeps, why the fuck is you breaking?
Keep a 30 and the MAC-11 30 hit the [?]
[Verse 2- Jay Lewis, 187KD, Yung Flag, Yung Catch, Alief P. Lee]
We got the M's and n***** want beef
I pull out the 40, you hide and I seek
I make n***** bleed like a cut to the knee
I can blow you up like I'm GuttaTV
I get them pounds, I get 'em gone
Lord know a n**** living wrong
I was strapped up before I did a song
I just pray they let my n***** home
Run them laps on a fuck n****, catch up
Finna drop that [?], hoes get you wet up
What hood do you rep? Throw your set up
We gon' flex all year, n****, flex up
Fuck all that talking, this shit in the street
I'm touching chicken, they don't want no beef
I know they mad they can't fuck with the team
I got that Glock and that bitch sing like Glee (Umm!)
Been popping my shit and them n***** been biting
My youngin' be slanging that rock like a firearm
When I'm dropping these hits on their head like Mike Tyson
My shooter went and fucked up [?]

[Verse 3- Jay Lewis, 187KD, Yung Flag, Yung Catch, Alief P. Lee]
N****, I just pulled up in the kidnapping van
She won't know my name, I said it was Stan
I'm slinging that, umm, I'm selling it, yay
These n***** won't pop out 'cause they really scared
I got a big bag, that's why these n***** mad
Keep that hate shit over there, now go get off your ass
I go and get the cash, all my bitches bad
Ride wit' em, die wit' em, they don't get no pass
Ayy, Flag and his hitters get 'em whacked down
Big Draco on my left, tell 'em pipe down
Shoot a n**** hand off, tell him type now
You don't want no smoke, that's the right sound
Switch up the Glock, bitch I came with that pipe now
I need that baggie, y'all ask me to right now
Send that shit up, we gon' stop when it's light out
Know that shit stuck when that stuff is gone right now (Ayy!)
Drunk on a brown and that game put you under
Bitch on a snake, how to [?] when you pluck her
Spin on your block with a hundred round cutter
Still in the hood pushing molly like Gutta
[Outro: Alief P. Lee]
Uh! Not literally
Pop me a Perc, where the enemy?