[Intro]

(Jake Angel on the)

[Chorus: Jamie Ray]

Yeah, I don't hoot and holler (Hoo)

Got my problem solver right beside me, that's my chopper (Brrt)

Swear my 40 is a player, when it bust, it blocka (Damn)

Try to make him weave and bob, something like a rasta (Woi)

My homies tryna get involved, I told 'em naw, I got 'em

Switch on the Glock, meet the Holy Ghost (Yeah, yeah)

Stiff with the shot, they don't want the smoke (Yeah, yeah)

First, I step back, let it go (Swish)

[Verse 1: Jamie Ray]

Ayy, shoot my shot, it swish (Splash)

Them opps be throwin' up bricks (Bricks)

Bitch, I should've been on the drumline

'Cause I keep thе cannon like Nick (Brrt)

Homie asked mе for a light

And I keep the fire, but the bitch ain't no Bic

Had to link up with Boosie

'Cause I been a badass since I was a jit, bitch

Pull up with an AR-15 on an ATV

Extension on my head and my neck flooded with VVs

If I spin the first time, it's gon' work 'cause I don't like repeats

And if it don't, I'll spin again like a DJ, repeat

I brought trap to country (Yeehaw), brought the trap to country, bitch (Naw, for real)

CMG don't like me 'cause l'm talkin' 'bout servin' junkies, bitch

CG, Florida, Polk County legend, my hood love me, bitch

Always clutchin' on my stick 'cause I ain't never been without it

[Chorus: Jamie Ray & Boosie Badazz]

Yeah, I don't hoot and holler (Hoo)

Got my problem solver right beside me, that's my chopper (Brrt)

Swear my 40 is a player, when it bust, it blocka (Damn)

Try to make him weave and bob, something like a rasta (Woi)

My homies tryna get involved, I told 'em naw, I got 'em

Switch on the Glock, meet the Holy Ghost (Yeah, yeah)

Stiff with the shot, they don't want the smoke (Yeah, yeah)

First, I step back, let it go (Swish)

(Boosie Badazz)

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]

Police on my trail, say I'm ridin' with a rocket on me

I told 'em, "Oh, well, I done beat too many bodies, homie"

Run up if you want, I'll have you weavin' and you're bobbin'

Homies tryna get involved, I don't need 'em, dog, I got 'em

Keep a six-shotter (Six-shotter)

And ain't nothin' jumpin' out it, you got big problems (Big problems)

I got a switch on the stick, automatic chopper (Rrah)

Shotgun pump barkin' like a Rottweiler (Rrr)

I'm a don dada (Don dada)

Slangin' iron like we played on the movie Shottas

In the TRX with the TEC, I'm a rough rider

Five-point-seventy gon' hit you from the roof, partner

Boosie Boo fire you up

[Chorus: Jamie Ray]

Yeah, I don't hoot and holler (Hoo)

Got my problem solver right beside me, that's my chopper (Brrt)

Swear my 40 is a player, when it bust, it blocka (Damn)

Try to make him weave and bob, something like a rasta (Woi)

My homies tryna get involved, I told 'em naw, I got 'em

Switch on the Glock, meet the Holy Ghost (Yeah, yeah)

Stiff with the shot, they don't want the smoke (Yeah, yeah)

First, I step back, let it go