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[Verse 1: Brown]
Niggas wanna in the squad, don't wanna put the work in
Say you want my money, scared of fame, murder then
See the chopper, bullets too big, you can see the surgery
Mask, can't the burglaries
But we know you up the confidential information
Say you got the cheese, you a rat, a perfect fit
Niggas wanna hate on a slick makin' mitch
Love takin' pussy niggas and givie 'em the D
OHB, it ain't for me to buy a bitch
paper, I ain't never gotta lie to bitches
Even niggas them killers know my ma religious
All my bitches lickin' pussy with good
Roll the dice, 3, they my fuckin' triplets
I ain't fuckin' with them lame hoes that suspicious
But I'm fuckin' the main hoe that look delicious
Nigga, they get sticky sticky, give that the business

[Hook: Brown]
up the bud, yeah that bitch a dog
Yeah, we know the plug, all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club
Killin' all the pussy, nigga, get bodies up
All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty
Who got the Who givin' it up?
Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we the party up
that money up, yeah, that bitch a dog
Fuckin' with the plug, up, we gon' fuck the party up

[Verse 2: Young
I'm turnt up and know that, poked up like Funk Flex
45 in that 12 and I'm posted up in that 4 hat
See this nigga, this gold rap, kill a then go rap
Talkin' 'bout that Draco, one phone call, that's a
Give it to a nigga if you want it
Bitch and appeals, hit me in the mornin'
Ha, a lyin' by theyself
I'm talkin' 'bout who killin', dyin' by theyself
You say we from the same hood, I see your hat
And I ain't never movin' in a hoover hat
Ha, sides, you confused 'cause I'm famous
We all OG nigga, tell me his name is
Get your weight up lil nigga, I'm pushin' 4
It's puttin' big drugs on the interstate
No name, that's knock out, pea brains Glock out
Niggas need a the light niggas, this my house

[Hook: Brown]
Rollin' up the bud, yeah bitch a dog
Yeah, we know the plug, all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club
Killin' all the pussy, nigga, get your up
All this ice up on my body, we the Ducks
Who got the bud? Who it up?
Got shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, that a dog
Fuckin' with the plug, goin' up, we gon' the party up

3: Young Lo]
Yeah, my whole supreme, grew up in the crack 80's
got the plug on it, get your 4 in the baby
Out the mud, bustin' drugs with my Hoody Baby
Drop the ice in the pot, now it's back to back
See I'm all the check, still reppin' Tex
Still rep the sex, mile high, smoke on the jet
50 in these Balmains, this a young'n the lanes
Yeah, I'm geeked up, mixin' up the mollys the Xans
And I'm stingy with the Act, keep the red from my
We gon' pop a a Perc, I'm on that, even on a Skittle
And the tongue gon' work, play that like a fiddle
Bet you I can make you squirt, have face all in the pillow

Chris Brown]
Rollin' up the bud, yeah bitch a dog
Yeah, we know the plug, all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club
Killin' all the pussy, nigga, get your up
All ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks
Who got the bud? Who it up?
Got shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up
that money up, yeah, that bitch a dog
Fuckin' with the plug, up, we gon' fuck the party up