Count it up, count it up, count it up (count it) Hit it from the back, pussy mount it up (mount it) Tatted up, tat it up, tat it up (we tatted) Can't none of my niggas get in Canada (nope) Bet it up, bet it up, bet it up (big bettin') Tell 'em it's a go,

Turn them heaadphones up To my man Nigga no, yo I kick that progress and to that dumb nigga god bless I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit Now you rock the best scared to death while you walkin Fuckin up the talkin we straight up New

DTP we got them guns that go Yea I'm all about that pistol player, cold blooded killer Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better tell ya man that with the gauges I'm nice Ill shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dikes But

Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Come on, come on (take money) Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Nigga, we hit em' up I think y'all gonna like this next song When this song drops, I want all the West

You see the hits? Lightwork Uh, you see the hits? Lightwork Long sentence, got bars, I'm a lifer No more pics with niggas we don't really fuck with Drop the beat then she might twerk Mi nah pick up Pecknarm yeah? You see the ting that ah gwarn It's a

We livin this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit - nigga we still alive And here we go again why'all callin in reinforcements The Mobb come through, stop up the shit P'll come through and shot up your vest Shoot at your head, not-a-leg eh?

They say that nigga that don't talk much is that nigga that having them large bucks We gotta make sure we hit first no more drive-bys we do walk-ups We on top ain't no runner up, come on outside take the chalk up Look like I just bought the bank all this

You can miss me with that fake shit How you real but writin' statements? Money in my hands, spend it all then I replace it My gang in the buildin', we came up from dirty basements Nigga try to beef with us, we left him in the pavement Take a puff and all

Shitty niggas, you some turds, ayy Yeah, VVS the chain When it rains I'm still happy Got some American hoes they call me daddy-y And if you sleep, wake up, you bitch as fuck And if you gettin' buck, them clips is up And we get to airing it out, and we

Who why'all talkin to man? Check it out, check it out This here goes out To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches In other niggaz cribs Thinkin shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha Live niggaz respect it, check it