[Intro: 5STAR BUB]

Yeah, king business, nigga

911, nigga, yeah

Look

[Verse 1: 5STAR BUB]

They keep sayin' that it's trigger play, on Trigga Mobb, I'ma lead the way

Tryna see how these niggas actin' in the reaper face

I been out here stackin' my cake, no Easy-Bake

I just ordered me a Five-seveN, nigga, we can play

I'm tryna send a couple niggas up where Jesus stay

And I keep the HK on me, that's my Jesus piece

I could be a nigga best friend or worst enemy

It's broke chains and fullies burstin' if niggas mention me

Brought Dracos and SU-16s for the whole infantry

Got Play-Doh and play with them drums, that's why they envy me

And we on whatever they on, we do it instantly

Four-five break nigga's bones soon as it enter him

Headshot in back of the car just like the Kennedy

Them niggas slid, you didn't slide back, direct penalty

Them niggas ain't livin' like that, they gon' remember me

Chase a nigga down without no sympathy

Big mouth bass, trust me, can you eat this fifty-piece?

Two niggas came, but it felt like them niggas was fifty deep

They gon' play them games and make me pull out them fully things

I'm the bully, nigga, can't no nigga bully me, G-O-D

[Verse 2: C.M.L.]

Yo, .223s'll chop a nigga down like lumberjack

I'm from the 30s, we strike niggas like a Thundercat

Overkillin' my opponents, ain't no comin' back

Got a dirty baby Draco with a drum attached

So if it's on, then it's on, we invade niggas' homes

Headshot bust his dome, I'll get a nigga gone

Smack him just for lackin', leave his body all alone

Whoop him like a man just for actin' like he grown

Can't too many handle that, slidin' in a Cadillac

The shotty hit his body, got him flippin' like an acrobat

Caught him with his bitch, they was jumpin' like a camel back

Put the fire to his top, he meltin' like some candle wax

I ain't got no competition, rest in peace my opposition

Kill 'em when the chopper kickin', ready for the consequences

Money over everything, on my million-dollar mission

C.M.L. be statin' facts, niggas know they gotta listen

Wild like a cougar, wake 'em up like Freddy Krueger

All I hang around is shooters, leavin' bodies in the sewer

And we don't do no drive-bys, we pull up on a scooter

If your bitch get in the way, bullets rippin' through her hooters

Rrat

[Interlude: CashClick Boog]

What up, Lav? (What up, though?)

What up, Bub, nigga? (What that Star shit like?)

What's that Trigga shit like, though? (That Trigga shit like, though? You hear me)

Ayy

[Verse 3: CashClick Boog]

Don't talk about no bodies 'less you caught a couple

Me and Low, we used to take shit, get it off the muscle

At the parties forty deep, goonies causin' trouble

Any problems, air it out, ain't no pausin' nothin'

If I could, nigga, I'd drill all the suckers

Learned at an early age it was all or nothing

At an early age, I was taught to dog a woman

Jerrita left me as a kid, I thought my mom didn't love me

Crackers hit my lil' dog with so much time, McLovin

Still sendin' JPays, still wirin' money

Havin' withdrawals from lean, somebody find it for me

Twenty bands just for the drop, somebody find her for me

Every time I see an opp, you know I'm firin' at him

He got his gun, I got my gun, it's 'bout who fire faster

I'm 'bout to shoot his team shoes, plus I buy 'em ladders

Two hundred shots in the car, that's a fire hazard

[Outro: CashClick Boog]

That's a fire hazard, you feel me?

Y'all niggas know how we came, nigga, change the body count

Nigga, from my trap to Northside Sac', nigga, ooh