[Intro: Lil Herb & Lil Bibby] Time to let these niggas know what it is in the streets Aye Bibby, let's kill shit broski. Whatchu wanna do? It's whatever man, just go on ahead and rip that shit Ima come around and clean that shit up Lets get it
[Verse 1: Lil Herb] Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide When it's drama time Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin Leave his loved ones all traumatized One-fifty I'm really wit' it I'll drop his ass and then forget it I'm the man round my side of town Might see a bitch and forget I hit it Lil Bibby on the track with me One mistake and he clap fifty When I hit the scene hoes go insane Cause they know a nigga got them racks wit' me No velcro but the strap wit' me Let a nigga wanna act silly I'mma let it off and then leave him there Ride off and don't even care Bitch I cash out 'till I pass out Got a couple trues I don't even wear In the game bitch I do my thang Hoes scream my name I ain't even there Lil Herb boy I does this Leave your bitch wetter than a pool pit And I make bands like I make friends Bought some ray-bans on some cool shit But now it's back to some killa shit Got some wild hoes that'll drill a bitch Yea it's no limit, thirty years runnin' Thirty years gunnin' and we still the shit I never run cause I stay to fight I'll cook a nigga like steak and rice And it's hella real in the battlefield Gangbang gotta pay the price Hit a nigga with the forty fifth Bet it make his ass do forty flips M-O-B I don't love a ho Imma be this way 'til I'm forty six Matter of fact 'til a nigga die Smoke kush blunts 'til a nigga cry And I never feed off another man Cause I understand how a nigga lie Never snitch on a nigga dry Yeah that's how a nigga die Got a yellow bitch in the passenger She gon' suck and fuck if I get her high If I do the dash then my whip will fly Foreign shit what a nigga ride I ain't never snoozin' let a nigga try Got the nine ruger on a nigga side [Verse 2: Lil Bibby] Lil Bibby, no limit yea I'm all about that sack bitch My young niggas they clap shit Let the mac spit, we whack shit Weezy in that cut With that nina that's that black bitch Rico wanna' get 'em, I'm like cuz' man I got this Shootin' shit, Hittin' shit Four five extended clip, y'all be on that snitchin' shit And Y'all know what snitches get, No limit shit We wit' the shits, I'm focused on gettin' rich M-O-B forget a bitch, right after I hit the bitch Like point me to the kitchen bitch, I be water whippin' shit Whip it, Jeff Gordon whip it, hit it wit' the fork Straight drop no shorts Shooters on and off the court, shoot a nigga off his porch Turn a nigga to a corpse, yeah, I'm bout that Rollin' up that loud pack Catch me lackin'? I doubt that, cause I never leave without that And that's real shit, got real hitters they kill shit You fuck around hit the kill switch, these hollow tips you feel this And I'm tryna get real rich Cause my mama said I wouldn't be shit Nobody never gave me shit Like \"Bibby hop on this remix\", that's five hundred, no free shit Cause I'm hot and I do this shit for my block I got thirty off in that Glock, have my nina give you top Bodies gon' drop and we ain't gon' stop R-I-P Roc Catch a few ops, send a few shots, might hit a few blocks Fuck a few thots, I need two mill might seem like a lot But I spit straight drop so its really not My team gon' eat, R-I-P to police Fake niggas don't speak Cop killers in the heat, catch me in the streets Shout out to broski