[Intro: StanWill]
Yeah
I be smoking all the opps like, yeah, okay
(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)
That's a what?
Yeah
[Verse 1: StanWill]
I be smoking all the opps like Blacks but this ain't Call of Duty
Pull up on yo baby flashing racks, I got her tossing booty
Toss a couple racks to Hutchy Hutch, I got him tossing jewelry
Bet I beat and fixed a nigga shit, you know I brought the toolie
Rushing to the pape' with sticks on me like I'm Spetsnaz
First class Delta for every time a nigga left class
Goose off Amiri, I'm fly as fuck, I might get jet lag
It's a dirty game, the way I play might leave the ref mad
Bitch, you know I'm somewhere getting money, I don't feel like hating
I got BINs floating 'round my mind, bitch, I feel like Mason
'RTs, Trackhawks, and Scats when we feel like racing
Cut into yo bitch like, "Give me head, I don't feel like caking"
Gang'll turn yo hood to Nuketown, popping out with rifles
Benjis busting out the 'Miri pockets, looking like the Bible
Locked the back door 'cause you know snakes slither ride beside you
OT like, "Where the giffys at? I'm tryna swipe the aisle"
[Verse 2: TrDee]
He ain't never shot a gun, the only time was on COD
Still balling, Michael Jordan and a .45
Gave me demon head while I was driving, had to ghost ride
Told her I'ma fuck her and her friend 'cause they both fine
Heard he sending shots, we not worried, he like Westbrook
Still getting to it if I only had a left foot
Dog $hit Militia, pockets stuffed with a textbook
Bad lil' bitch, only right that she get whooped
Me and gang ball like the Big 3
I'ma keep shitting on these niggas till I'm sixty
What you know 'bout them cold nights? Stomach empty
He was talking all that grown shit but was kidding
Heard you be hanging with a rat, Michelangelo
When I give it to 'em, sneaky links don't wanna keep it low
You ain't never even shot yo gun, what you get it for?
We've been winning, it got to the point that I forgot the score
[Bridge: StanWill]
Shit, fuck, bitch
Yeah, bitch think I'm a
Yeah, huh, okay
Bitch think I'm a
Yeah
[Verse 3: StanWill]
Bitch think I'm a zombie, all I want is brain from these hoes
Go and ask Neiman's what the fuck I paid for these clothes
Hunnid in a bop, he slide, I leave his ass with eighty holes
Slide with Wonder Weapons, up this bitch, it might erase yo soul
Blew five on this presidential suite, I'm JF Kennedy
How you think you gang-gang and you don't hate my enemies?
I be talking pape', that talking down shit ain't offending me
Strictly gang members, if you ain't that, you ain't a friend of me
[Verse 4: TrDee]
We'll slide down and turn his block into a Zombies map
I ain't wanna listen to yo song 'cause I know it was cap
You ain't even cute, I only fucked 'cause yo booty was fat
Dawg couldn't fight so he went out and got him a strap
Fuck the opposition, they can't fuck with D$M
Sent a couple shots, bullets made him do the Lil Kim
Every day bitches show me why I cannot love them
Used to talk down, it's just crazy we above them
[Verse 5: StanWill]
Turn his block to Kino der, I'm toting on the biggest weapons
Mike Amiris off B22s, I'm getting bitches naked
'RT'd and did the damn dash, I done missed my exit
Made a couple hunnid out the kitchen, unky wrist impressive
Got a Demon and a Hellcat, bitch, I'm hellbound
I'll have my dawgs fire on you, they my hellhounds
Bust the ear drums in my nostrils, Cookies smell loud
Shot the fuck back up for every time I fell down
[Verse 6: TrDee]
Me and gang pocket full of prezis, Mob of the Dead
I don't even care what you heard, tell me what you said
You think she gon' let you fuck and you ain't got no bread?
I don't shit but get money and go straight to bed
You don't do shit but dick suck like a porn star
Left 'em in the past, they ain't think that I was going far
She don't like when I drive the Scatty like a stolen car
They gon' think I'm Scream if I catch an opp out at the bar
