[Intro: Fredo Santana]
My lil n***as with the sh**s don't play around
If you actin' really tough, I take you down
If you holdin' onto work, I take you down
[Hook: Fredo Santana]
My lil' n***as with the sh**s don't play around
Grab that chopper, grab that K, 100 rounds
If you actin' really tough, I lay you down
If you holdin' onto work, I take you down
My lil' n***as with the sh**s don't play around
Grab that chopper, grab that K, 100 rounds
If you actin' really tough, I take you down
If you holdin' onto work, I take you down
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
If you talkin' sh**, I lay you down
Nothin' but semis, and AKs, a hundred rounds
Own a lot of guns, I'm cashin' out
Show these f** n***as what we about
Pull up on they blocks, get to bustin'
Shoot a n***a, then act like it's nothin'
O Block and 300, we comin'
Them the hoods, and I been there since a youngin
Dissin' us, you ain't got sense or some'n?
Chopper bullets, click clack, spittin' on 'em
Dissin' us, you ain't got sense or some'n?
Chopper bullets, click clack, spittin' on 'em
[Hook: Fredo Santana]
[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
If you holdin' on that work, I take you down
My lil' n***as with the sh**s don't play around
Reese, he with that chopper, hold a hundred rounds
Sosa with the sh**s, he love them gun sounds
If you actin' really tough, I blow you down
Run up in your spot, and lay you down
Everybody on the floor don't make a sound
Shoot them bullets, and we aimin' at your mind
Shoot them bullets, and we aimin' at your mind
A couple stacks up on your head, don't waste no time
A couple stacks up on your head, don't waste no time
My lil n***as with the sh**s don't play around
[Hook: Fredo Santana]
[Verse 3: Lil Reese]
My lil n***as with the sh**, b**h, this the crowd
All my n***as, we up in this b**h; it's goin' down
And if he actin' like he holdin', then we take him down
Ride around, blowin' loud, f** hoes by the crowd
I can't trust a soul, so I bought a hundred round
Silencer up on the.30; that b**h don't make a sound
I can't f** with new n***as; move 'em 'round
If he actin' like he tough, them guns'll turn him down
Mouth duct-taped, I don't make a sound
We what's up; she'll f** I'm the man now
Hit a lick, bust a move, shoot straight out of town
We what's up; she'll f** I'm the man now
[Hook: Fredo Santana]