[Intro: Birdgang Greedy & YFN Lucci]
Ay ain’t no snakes on this muthaf**in’ plane
You smell me?
Ay the pilot finna take a nap though
Say yo DJ Lavish Lee, man fly this muthaf**a n***a
Lavish Lee you smell me n***a?
Long live Shawty Lo, Long live Nut, Long live Bankroll Fresh
For real that Atlanta sh**
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
We break a time like this
When we were broke, you know how many times I hit
Yeah, we brought them rollies and put them diamonds on it
Yeah yeah, ay that new Bentley I got my eyes on it yeah yeah
And we all know it’s make believe, smokin’ mirrors, everything ain’t what they make it seem yeah
Plus the roster you couldn’t make the team
Oh yeah the roster full, you know the Glock is full, plus my pockets full yeah
No more lobster tail we want the lobster full yeah
And we know he might tell so I got some strings to pull
You don’t give no f** do ya?
You don’t show no love do ya, yeah
I’m the kind of n***a damn I’m bad and I’ma put a slug through ya For my n***a, we wanna whole lot of problems and issues
For my n***a we got a whole lot of hollows and missiles
We gon’ get ’em yeah hey hey
Uh this for my n***a yeah
f** around and disappear lil’ n***a
[Hook: YFN Lucci & Johnny Cinco]
Uh uh-huh, yeah
You know we don’t play ay, where I’m from yeah yeah
I’ve been loadin’ up the drum all day yeah
I’ve been ridin’ with my dawg we tryin’ murder somethin’ yeah
Ain’t no tellin’ where I’m goin’ just know we goin’ up yeah
Ever since they took my dawg we’ve been goin’ dumb ay huh
Uh uh, we still goin’ dumb, codeine in my lung
My lil’ brother caught that body day before the slum
My lil’ partner caught that body that’s that number one
[Verse 2: YFN Trae Pound & Johnny Cinco]
New watch, this a one-on-one
Know we got 100 guns, scopes on every one like we huntin’ for ’em huh
Uh, problems we ain’t runnin’ from, my n***as yeah I’m gunnin’ for ’em
Heat up in that weather like I got somethin’ from ’em
100 n***as changed when that money come
Why they change on ya?
All these chains on ya yeah I catch sh** the same on ya
Blew up some things on ya
YFN, Birdgang the same on it
Uh wait a minute, poppin’ so much sh** made ’em pay attention
n***a talkin’ crazy make my n***a come and pay a visit
n***a know I play to win it
Put ’em on a plate and eat it
Damn who got that drank I need it
Man who got that drank I need it
[Hook: YFN Lucci & Johnny Cinco]
Uh uh-huh, yeah
You know we don’t play ay, where I’m from yeah yeah
I’ve been loadin’ up the drum all day yeah
I’ve been ridin’ with my dawg we tryin’ murder somethin’ yeah
Ain’t no tellin’ where I’m goin’ just know we goin’ up yeah
Ever since they took my dawg we’ve been goin’ dumb ay huh
Uh uh, we still goin’ dumb, codeine in my lung
My lil’ brother caught that body day before the slum
My lil’ partner caught that body that’s that number one
[Verse 3: Birdgang Greedy]
b**h we real k**as can’t be one of us
Yeah all Robin jacket you ain’t done enough
Yeah lyin’ type of bear, you know they run with us yeah
Strong as sh** got knocked as f** my stomach up
Yeah we gon’ come and spray sh**, we them n***as they don’t wanna play with
Leave ’em just like Ricky on the pavement
All my n***as with me on the same sh** yeah
He can’t come to the hood I heard he want a statement
[Verse 4: YFN Kay]
f** ’em, f** ’em, f** ’em or, kidnap that boy and put him the basement
We will never say sh**, choppa get the gun and then you runnin’ we won’t play b**h
Drive-by in somethin’ that’s how they hit
Smokin’ on some sh** that smells fragrant
Uh, k** a BS n***a they won’t play with
Uh, drop money on yo’ head and get yo’ face hit
Uh, you know a n***a comin’, boy just face it
Uh, hop straight out in the air to foreign places uh
[Hook: YFN Lucci & Johnny Cinco]
Uh uh-huh, yeah
You know we don’t play ay, where I’m from yeah yeah
I’ve been loadin’ up the drum all day yeah
I’ve been ridin’ with my dawg we tryin’ murder somethin’ yeah
Ain’t no tellin’ where I’m goin’ just know we goin’ up yeah
Ever since they took my dawg we’ve been goin’ dumb ay huh
Uh uh, we still goin’ dumb, codeine in my lung
My lil’ brother caught that body day before the slum
My lil’ partner caught that body that’s that number one
[Outro: Birdgang Greedy]
Murder gang sh**, Lee goin’ dumb
Cinco goin’ dumb
Trae goin’ dumb
Lu goin’ dumb
And Kay goin’ extra dumb
We gon’ nut the f** up for nothin’
(?) on the way muthaf**a