[Verse 1: Lil' Klik]

Loced out, ridin' steamer with the M-A-S-K on my face

Tonight's a stick up takin' place, for cheese, I won't hesitate

To go on another robbin' spree with the AK on my damn side

Come and take a ride with the killers from the Southside

Punk bitch, don't say a word, my Mossberg gon' put your ass to rest

No bulletproof vest, six slugs to the chest

Bitch, will you walk from that?

I'm tired of bein' broke, trick, you know your life don't mean shit

Gimme money, now kickin' in yo' door, lettin' all these slugs rip

Journey with Lil' Klik inside my mind, nothin' but demons dwell

A plan to rule the world, don't give a fuck, witness this bloody hell

I come from Willett, bitch, don't talk no shit, we droppin' bombs

No fear is in my heart, I kill you bitches, gimme some

[Verse 2: 2 Low Key]

Every day I'm constantly hearin' about them wannabe niggas

Yo, they say they clockin' green

Yo, I'm on the scene, and watch them buster dream, robbery

That's how I come when I think a sucker got the game fucked up

I'm just a hustler, a gangster

But I be thinkin' if it's on, just feel my mega blast

I got some ID for your ass when I slip on that mask

I want your jewelry, car keys in your pocket, like all money come in sizes

I ain't broke, Low Key don't tell no lies

So how you figure that you bigger than the stick-up nigga?

Pick up the phone, then call the nigga Low Key, comin' to get 'em

Damn fool, don't choose to get your fuckin' wig split

'Cause shaky motherfuckers try some shit to make a lunatic

Click, the money's what I need, you better give it up

I had it up the here, thinkin' evil shit to fuck you up

Chill out, creep out, so welcome to the danger zone

Robbin' is my job, you and you, better gimme some

[Verse 3: Lil Hardness]

Gimme some, bitch, 'cause this player ain't gon' bullshit

These niggas be spazzin' around but they fizzinna get they fuckin' wig split

So you better beware of the robber Lil' Hardness, you know a real player be comin'

But I'm not runnin' alone, my nig, I'm runnin' around with my gun, trick

I'm full of that thunder chicken, and wishin' a nigga don't wanna drop off his stash

I'm loadin' and cockin' that Glock up quick, and pop a hot one up in his ass

So choose before you move, 'cause fools don't last long in this fuckin' game

You think that Lil' Hardness be bullshitin' or rappin'?

Just gon' make a stupid-ass move, mane

'Cause bullets are pumpin', I'm dumpin' 'til I see your motherfuckin' body drop

I'm takin' your ass out the river, mane, to make a quick-ass pit stop

It's killer, Lil' Hardness

Be creepin' around with the shotgun

For the 9-5, bitch, I'm tellin' you to gimme some

[Verse 4: Lil Chucky]

Dividends, all about my hustle, makin' that cash flow

M-O-N-E-Y, gotta get my cheese, so drop it off, hizzo

Mask black, Glock on the creep through the bushes, mane

Gimme some, all you hear is a click in the process of a stang

Slip, trip, Chucky bust your lip

Not givin' up the money may cause you to take a little trip

Stash spot, bloody Glock, body dropped

You wastin' your dizzamn time tryna get up out your bloody spot

Popped to your head, niggas dead, infrared, ho

Scopin' through your window late at night, bustin' through yo' door

Drop it off, nigga, hit your knees, gimme all your cheese

Tens, twenties, fifties, it don't matter 'long as I get some green

Money in my pocket, so you won't get popped, trick

Lead me to your stash 'fore Lil' Chucky twist your cap, bitch

Yellow tape, blood all over the place, messed up crime scene

That's what happens if you get in the way of Chucky and my green

[Verse 5: Sir Mike G]

Early in the mornin', sweat pourin' off my damn face

Thinkin' about the stangs and murders I committed the other day

Runnin' from the crooked-ass police, they ain't got no love

Project livin', project born, bitch, I'm a gangster thug

Cliqued up, ridin' deep, thick in the Honeycomb

Tennessee area, that is my fuckin' home

Slangin' rocks on the block, non-stop, bodies drop

Bang, bang, full clip, watch it rip, don't you slip

Pistol grip on your ass if you try to test my nuts

G's only packin' the Z's, mother fuck a dirty slut

Rollin' zig-zagged down the street, and I'm high as fuck

Watch you duck from the nine Glock, fuck your brains up

Constantly runnin' you cocksucker, tryin' to diss a player like me

Sir Mike G, legendary pimpin' from Tennessee

Just like Darth Vader, loced out, and I'm droppin' bombs

For them player hater motherfuckers, better gimme some

[Outro: M.D.B.]

Ah yeah, it's the real nigga in the motherfuckin' house

With this Willett Klick shit

Lettin' you motherfuckin' niggas know

You can't fuck with the clique, bitch

And we out