[Chorus: 2 Pistols]
Sittin' outside of the club, posted up (Oh, yeah)
Got two pistols in my pants for them boys actin' up (Oh, yeah, young boss)
I'ma teach you how to stunt, yellow stones in my watch (Young boss of the city, nigga, yeah)
Yeah, the ice look cold, but the boy so hot (2 Pistols)
We pop bottles and get money (See what it is? I'ma do my damn thizzy)
Catch me up in the club 'cause I run it (Ain't nobody but my niggas do they damn thizzy)
We pop bottles and get money (BMU)
Catch me up in the club 'cause I run it (J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, CTE, let's go)
[Verse 1: 2 Pistols]
We throw money in the air, watch it fall to the floor (Floor)
Blood Money Union, you should already know (Oh, yeah)
I'm the young boss (Boss), that mean my papеr straight (Yeah)
Them boys pockets hurtin' (So what?), so thеy gotta hate (Fuck 'em)
You see me, I ball outra'
Four-fifty for the jeans with a plain white tee (Ha)
Ice sparkle all over that bitch so brightly (Yes)
I'm so icy (Yes), tell a blind bitch
She say, "I know, I see" (That's 2P, haha)
I know, yeah, I'm so crazy
Them boys don't like me, well, fuck you, pay me (Bitch)
Ben Franks, all cash, no checks (Young boss)
[Chorus: 2 Pistols]
Sittin' outside of the club, posted up
Got two pistols in my pants for them boys actin' up
I'ma teach you how to stunt, yellow stones in my watch
Yeah, the ice look cold, but the boy so hot
We pop bottles and get money
Catch me up in the club 'cause I run it
We pop bottles and get money
Catch me up in the club 'cause I run it (Let's go)
[Verse 2: Slick Pulla]
My chest chunked out, lookin' like a patty melt (What?)
Plus the chrome MAC-11 stretchin' out my fuckin' belt (For real)
I'm so cool (Cool), I'm so gangsta (Yes)
Shouts out to my plug, can't forget to thank ya (What's happenin'?)
Shouts out to 2 Pistols, this a real banger (Yeah)
Shouts out to the league, y'all, the cake bakers (Haha)
Playmakers, that's who I politic with (With)
And all them big jugs of fluid got me on tip (That's real)
Nocturnal, we party all night, pimp (Pimp)
Crank the club up at 1:00 and don't leave 'til 6:00 (Yes)
With somethin' hot in the cutlass, sittin' real big (Big)
Tomorrow night, watch a nigga do the same shit (Okay)
[Chorus: 2 Pistols]
Sittin' outside of the club, posted up
Got two pistols in my pants for them boys actin' up
I'ma teach you how to stunt, yellow stones in my watch
Yeah, the ice look cold, but the boy so hot
We pop bottles and get money
Catch me up in the club 'cause I run it
We pop bottles and get money
Catch me up in the club 'cause I run it (Let's go)
[Verse 3: Blood Raw]
Blood raw, everybody love me, I'm so fly (Fly)
(Girl, ain't that Blood Raw?) When I ride by (Hurry)
They say he the mayor (Nah), well bitch, I'm the governor
The realest nigga breathin' and you could put that on my mother (Ah, man)
I been had money (Money), yeah, I'm through with the cases
I got these pussy niggas mad, I could see it on they faces (Hahaha)
I don't give a fuck (No), bitch, I'm the man (Man)
I put the state on my back in my fuckin' Louis bag (Louis)
A real street nigga not like these fuckin' fakers
They ain't wanna let us in 'cause they some motherfuckin' haters
The realest shit I'm gon' say (Say) don't nann bitch breathe (Nah)
I got two big pistols and bitch, I squeeze (Ah, man, swear to god)
[Chorus: 2 Pistols]
Sittin' outside of the club, posted up
Got two pistols in my pants for them boys actin' up
I'ma teach you how to stunt, yellow stones in my watch
Yeah, the ice look cold, but the boy so hot
We pop bottles and get money
Catch me up in the club 'cause I run it
We pop bottles and get money
Catch me up in the club 'cause I run it (Let's go)
