[Intro: DJ Durel]
Mango Foo!
It's your time, n***a!
We got these folks Ear Hustling
YRN the Label!
‘Finna f** the streets up
Show these n***as what the f** goin' on!
[Hook: Mango Foo]
My n***as got bricks and extendos whenever you come to the trap
Make sure you never pull up at the front; you gon' come to the back
You better have all of my money; you better pull up with that sack
Make the wrong move, think it's a lick, then you get your a** whacked
Trap house full of k**ers, whole lot of drug dealers
I put my n***as on missions, drop the sack on your head, they come and get it
Trap house full of workers, we got red and the purple
Popping the seal and we pour a four; all of my n***as on go!
[Verse 1: Mango Foo]
Pull up to the trap in a bumblebee
We selling pills like a pharmacy
Just make sure you move real humbly
All of my n***as chase currency
YRN the label, know that you heard of me
Red bottoms on my feet, dripping on murder scene
Thirty-three birds in the truck got it kicking
Come up short with my money, leave you missing
No [?] the kitchen full on naked b**hes
Smith and Wesson on my hip, Jada Pinkett
You want to work in the bando, work your wrist
If he ain't got a strap then he a lick
Dope on my Louboutin, I bust a brick
Maserati got a nitro kick
These n***as be screaming, they with the sh**
This 44 bulldog but like a Pit
[Hook: Mango Foo]
My n***as got bricks and extendos whenever you come to the trap
Make sure you never pull up at the front; you gon' come to the back
You better have all of my money; you better pull up with that sack
Make the wrong move, think it's a lick, then you get your a** whacked
Trap house full of k**ers, whole lot of drug dealers
I put my n***as on missions, drop the sack on your head, they come and get it
Trap house full of workers, we got red and the purple
Popping the seal and we pour a four; all of my n***as on go!
[Verse 2: Mango Foo]
I hit the block like Katrina
I'm at your door no subpoena
My old-head be trapping, selling off a beeper
My neck is real sick and my wrist got the measles
We sipping on Actavis; you drinking Karo
Popped a Percocet, I'm geeked up like Fabo
My soldiers in the field, shooting, no Halo
My b**h a redbone, I call her J-Lo
If you make a move you better be bout it
My n***as whip up the white but no Roddy
My n***as got bodies, Free Bobby, Free Rowdy
My plug pull up with the work, I need a trolley
Jumping out the top like Scotty 2 Hotty
My n***as got M's, I ain't talking Molly
I'm in the front seat and I got the shotty
You n***as might just get buried like Halle
[Hook: Mango Foo]
My n***as got bricks and extendos whenever you come to the trap
Make sure you never pull up at the front; you gon' come to the back
You better have all of my money; you better pull up with that sack
Make the wrong move, think it's a lick, then you get your a** whacked
Trap house full of k**ers, whole lot of drug dealers
I put my n***as on missions, drop the sack on your head, they come and get it
Trap house full of workers, we got red and the purple
Popping the seal and we pour a four; all of my n***as on go!