[Intro]
(Mommy, India got the beats)
( Seph got the waves)
[Chorus: Lil Poppa & Polo G]
Shooter geekin' off that molly, he might pop somethin', yeah
Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
Everything I own, that's me, I got it out of the streets
Got some choppers in the closet, bring 'em out if it's beef
Price tag on his head, it ain't shit to get your mind bought
Make sure he dead, raise out the car and let that nine off
Seventeen shots, empty the clip before we ride off
Heard that boy been woofin', left him stankin' on that sidewalk
[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Ayy, bitch, I'm banging 'til the death of me, killers that'll step for me (Uh)
Course I love my auntie, I just hate she on that amphetamine
Sucker side scared of me, scientific fact, though
I just checked the 'Gram, nobody died, we doubled back, though
Woofin' get you bagged, though, boolin' in my bathrobe
Tendin' to this trap phone
Shoot him, if his mask on, I'm tryna knock his mask off
Fire up, then stab off
Synthetic cathinones, my driller off of bath salt
Nail him to the asphalt
Business boomin', bag talk
Buy it wholesale and then we sell it to him half-off
Fuck the opposition, bitch, I'm trippin', tear his ass off
Fuck the opposition, bitch, I'm trippin', tear his ass off
[Chorus: Lil Poppa & Polo G]
Shooter geekin' off that molly, he might pop somethin', yeah
Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
Everything I own, that's me, I got it out of the streets
Got some choppers in the closet, bring 'em out if it's beef
Price tag on his head, it ain't shit to get your mind bought
Make sure he dead, raise out the car and let that nine off
Seventeen shots, empty the clip before we ride off
Heard that boy been woofin', left him stankin' on that sidewalk
[Verse 2: Polo G]
Foenem tweaking, bustin' in the party, dropping gang signs
If we pop out later, we tryna score, lil' bitch, it's game time
Ready for whatever, I won't hesitate to bang mine
I went through the struggle, but I made it through that pain fine
Now it's all smiles, I swear we spent so many days cryin'
Remember sellin' crack, weed, and pills at the same time
Now I swerve in foreigns, you might catch me switching lanes, flyin'
Balling like I'm Jordan, I be fly like I got hang time
[Chorus: Lil Poppa & Polo G]
Shooter geekin' off that molly, he might pop somethin', yeah
Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
Everything I own, that's me, I got it out of the streets
Got some choppers in the closet, bring 'em out if it's beef
Price tag on his head, it ain't shit to get your mind bought
Make sure he dead, raise out the car and let that nine off
Seventeen shots, empty the clip before we ride off
Heard that boy been woofin', left him stankin' on that sidewalk
[Verse 3: Lil Poppa]
I know these niggas pussy, I can't catch him, knock his dawg off
At your mama job every day until she call off
I might send a nigga on a dead end with a sawed-off
If you diss me on your Instagram Live, then you get logged off
I don't like to talk on phones, police goin' through them call logs
You throwed the rock, then hid your hand, okay, cool, we gon' kill all y'all
Lil' nigga, but I'm big dawg
I'm who they call when shit pop off
We can get your block took off
Don't be expectin' me to look out
[Chorus: Lil Poppa & Polo G]
Shooter geekin' off that molly, he might pop somethin', yeah
Nobody tried us, he just wanna catch a body for me
Everything I own, that's me, I got it out of the streets
Got some choppers in the closet, bring 'em out if it's beef
Price tag on his head, it ain't shit to get your mind bought
Make sure he dead, raise out the car and let that nine off
Seventeen shots, empty the clip before we ride off
Heard that boy been woofin', left him stankin' on that sidewalk
