| Bub came home and you knowin' how he play it |
| Now it’s time for the yea with the yeah |
| Shorty knowin' I don’t want no ass, she been actin' real bad |
| Like she scared for to pull up with the head |
| I been on the corner all night posted up with the dope boys |
| Know that they hustle whenever you sleep |
| Two on a addy to sleeve |
| I put the rental key under the seat |
| Already know that I’m in the streets |
| Toyota, Key in this bitch clutchin' bad |
| He go to sleep if you come with a bag |
| Whoever we leave they get left with a tag |
| Whole lot of dogs we done started a kennel |
| Laboratory, they do not get the riddles |
| Kwan Nine don’t forget — |
| My daddy still plugged with that yea in the trenches |
| Pull up in Bentleys with necklace that’s Tennis |
| Upgraded my fit on the top of these little bitty bitches |
| Parked in the socket at the house, I’m sittin' on confinement |
| Try it, I let off the Glock at these niggas |
| I got some bitches and slimes with me |
| I got that pack and the strap and some millions |
| I got the hood and they with the activity |
| Standin' on somethin', it’s called slime allegiance |
| I’m in that Gucci on top the Chanel |
| I’m in this bitch kickin' shit like a player |
| Three make the hoe go and drive to the sale |
| VVS diamonds, I buy 'em, then lay 'em |
| Time to pour up so we stop at the Shell |
| Inside of the city, leave 'em dead where he live |
| I’m on location, they plan for to get me |
| She gon' check out the scene after somebody killed |
| She know the night the time of her life |
| And I know they might try to take my life |
| We ain’t livin' right, there’s nothin' I can say |
| It’s a cold bloody war inside Baton Rouge, ain’t nobody safe |
| It’s a war |
| Nobody left through the night, ooh |
| Poppin' this shit and we leavin' 'em dead |
| We be poppin' this shit, we be poppin' this shit |
| When they try |
| We go to war, put it all on the line |
| Know we get to it, every one of us slime |
| Pray, then do it, hope not one of us die |