[Intro: Gloccboy Keece]
Uh (Yeah)
Uh, uh (Yeah)
Ay Gloccboy shit, y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on (Right)
Ayy, long live Kado (Uh)
Ayy, shout out to Dre, nigga, y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on
Turn up, uh, uh, uh (Alldaway Dre made this here)
[Verse: Gloccboy Keece & Alldaway Dre]
I'm finna get em all (Uh-huh)
No need to discuss it (Go get), lil' bruh play volley ball (My God)
Send 'em up and leave 'em raw (Okay)
No Kado, but these niggas really done lost it all
Three hundred, the problem solved (Three hundred)
They know that we strapped, even the opps'll call (Oh)
Like "Lil' nigga, just let it off" (What?)
If I say that we beefin', my nigga, don't ever call
We gon' hit 'em and send 'еm off (Uh-huh)
And they know it's Kado way, I made myself a boss (Kado)
Miss MеShawn, I never talk (Ah)
But when I meet the killer, my shooters gon' knock it off (Aight)
Get 'em in and get 'em off (Get 'em gone)
I'm talkin' 'bout packs (Okay), lil' nigga, what's the cost?
June 11th or never talk (Uh-huh)
I promise to kill 'em. Kalique (Uh), I'ma smack 'em all
Slow it down, I know the cost (Yeah)
But I gotta get to revenge, it's my only thought (Revenge)
In the studio full of chalk (On Dre)
And that boy a dummy, like murder, he gotta talk (Let's go)
On the stage, I let it off (Uh-huh)
If they knew my pain, then they would've never thought (They don't know)
That a nigga could have it all (For real)
But I'ma stay humble (Yeah, yeah), my mama gon' be a boss (Yeah, yeah, big boss)
In the hills, it never fall (Yeah)
[Chorus: Alldaway Dre]
Apply that pressure, propane (Yeah)
Stack that cheese, romaine (Guap)
Chopstick eat his ass up like lo mein (Bah)
Three on the scale, gettin' Wade, Dwyane (Bitch)
Y'all can't feel my pain (Yah)
Y'all can't tell me how to drive in my lane (Uh-huh)
7.62 buss his brain (Boom-boom-boom)
Leave a nigga aching, even if he do cocaine (I don't care)
I'm a wavy motherfucker, how dare you go against the grain? (How?)
Unravel his package out some motherfuckin' cellophane (Skrrt)
He can be jiggy wit the glizzy (Yeah), but he still a stain (I don't care)
[Verse 2: Alldaway Dre]
Heard these niggas done dressed they lil' gun up (Okay)
But it don't mean shit if you don't aim when you up (How?)
Catch 'em loaded, then lock the beam where he grub (Yeah)
Chuck some bullets and bust 'em up out his chucks (Yeah)
Say I'm comfortable 'round killers (Yeah)
They do what they do, but them niggas is my niggas (My niggas)
We on go and we don't need no coach (Nah)
They try to vacuum the smoke, like Day-Day and Roach (What?)
When they worked? (Where?) At Pinky's, nigga (Yeah)
I can get you hit up before next Friday, nigga (Bah-bah)
You ain't got no stripes, pussy, you not a official (At all)
Keece goin' the Kado way (Yeah), duh, it's that simple (Duh)
And we can have it to where them white folks, four blocks away (Move it up)
Like, "What in tarnation is goin' on? For fuck's sake" (What in tarnation?)
And you don't get to say 'cause you's a Debbie cake (Nah, sweet)
You some what are those fake pair of Reebs 'cause y'all niggas just pump fake (Ha, ha)
[Chorus: Alldaway Dre]
Apply that pressure, propane (Yeah)
Stack that cheese, romaine (Guap)
Chopstick eat his ass up like lo mein (Bah)
Three on the scale, gettin' Wade, Dwyane (Bitch)
Y'all can't feel my pain (Yah)
Y'all can't tell me how to drive in my lane (Uh-huh)
7.62 buss his brain (Boom-boom-boom)
Leave a nigga aching, even if he do cocaine (I don't care)
I'm a wavy motherfucker, how dare you go against the grain? (How?)
Unravel his package out some motherfuckin' cellophane (Skrrt)
He can be jiggy wit the glizzy (Yeah), but he still a stain (Yeah)
