[Verse 1: Gunz] Stare is when the trigger face Lil n***a with a base Know me young homie? here's some money, you now I'll make 2012 with a dial Talking that s**t; dont know who they with Pause, I say f**k em fast, d***s I the booth to a maggot pit She appear when I wave the Banner wrist Gettin money, you b****s can't see me my mother home She's b****n' her dog is with another bone for a dollar, to swallow back I hit her right off of twitter, now that I'm face, my network is social Young Money, Cash Money, we who coach you Slow up them protools with loco vocals What you to, don't do, n***a I'm your go-tos, Plot, once you try I approach you quiet with the too Fire, I will you Tie, any man, bear hand you Silence is I go to Violent, burner in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on the Find the burner and solving the case Murder in the place, let is in his waist I don't give a f**k if your and all is in the play Get pops, get popped, n***a pop off Get a drop, in the chopped, get in knocked off and it gettin hot, knock ya socks off Get clocked, when it tick, get off n****s, by the block when its blocked off Swat looking for the yacht is docked off In the spot where plot to get bopped, pause And when the stop then ya top off
[Verse 2: Meek DoubleM G, you know me Old school flow Kool Moe Dee Coastal flow, I low key a move OT Get a for the low 95 South get a that would go 36 let the b***h get an O I put it in the that b***h better snow In the middle of summer, do N****s better run us that, front us That Mac-10 a drummer, they want us Tell them n****s run up, get up When that automatic get clappin like Cory when he rapping s**t be spitting so fast, and my n****s we platinum And I'm... on the way I'm glow, I put my pressy on 30 thou, like a got a Camero on I go loud the neck give em a heavy one And sleeping on me, guess I get my Freddy on Nightmare on you record I tell em put the dirty money on the other You ever seen a 100 racks off fiend Martin Luther King, I had a dream money I can tell you never seen money We sellin white girl, gettin money Aguilera, I'm in the N****s whisper when I come through, I can barely em I know n****s looking, I can't see em though My daddy in the grave, I make you em though They call me, mister "f**k a n***a" I need a ho I got my paper up, its time to get my haters up I'm gone!
B***h!
I'm gone!
Double-M G