[Intro – Billy Blue]
I roll up on em, I'm looking at em
I'm grinning at em, f** it I'm getting at em
[Verse 1 – Billy Blue]
You a hater n***a? Well I'm a hater too
I got it on my mind, f** you n***as want to do?
I hate hoes, they hate me
They got a problem with the swag, all black tees
How I feel about a n***a, b**h, ask me
Riding through the hood, chopper on the back seat
Had to murk a n***a cuz he tried to steal my CO
Don't know about him but that ain't how we roll
I'm here full [?], p**y n***a you's a zero
Got the kryptonite out for you motherf**ing heros
You balling in the club, s**ing dick up on the d-low
I ain't got to say his name, but best believe that he know
You said [x3] p**y n***a
You said [x3] holler at em bro!
[Hook – Billy Blue]
I'm getting at em, I'm getting at em
Throw up a finger at em, just know I'm getting at em
Woah, f** n***a, ho n***a, s**a n***a, broke n***a
sh** real around here but you ain't know n***a?
What I got to murk a n***a just to show n***as?
I'm getting at em [x3]
Throw up a finger at em
I'm getting at em [x3]
Throw up a finger at em
[Verse 2 – Billy Blue]
I'm sliding on em, like it's electric
I'm on the top floor, get on my level b**h
I watch n***as, stop n***as
And if he slipping best believe I'm gonna drop n***as
Ho n***as never gonna catch me riding with that
Run up in the spot, zone man where the sack at?
You see the strap, you see your life
You see these n***as, they running through your wife
I'm gutter n***a, ain't like these other n***as
Real talk, I don't pacify s**er n***as
f** I look like? Somebody's daddy n***a?
Hand on the trigger, I'm feeling happy n***a
Dead [x14]
[Hook]
[Verse 3 – Young Chris]
I'm sliding up, you don't why they hide up
Hit while they ain't looking, tie em up and ride em, what?
p**ys, I'm getting at em, pointing the pistol at em
She want two 23s, spraying the missiles at em
F and F fiftys, caliber's up to 50
Forever street, ho a** cowards ain't f**ing with me
n***a that's how we serve em, hit em up, we plot to murder
We loading up the lead, we shoot them motherf**ers dead
It's murder, d**h, homicide
Race like me, you got to ride
b**h I gets to it, I'm a hustler, ain't no 9 to 5
I f**s with n***as that flip that work
Block on a Saturday, sh** that shirt
Got some n***as AK shooters
That'll go strap up and get cats murked
Guns go bang, I let my nuts hang on you p**y
We rang, them brand new machines
Yeah this is how we really do, this Young Chris and Billy Blue
Make some noise for MIA let's show these n***as how Philly do
[Hook]