[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]

I'm kicked back, presidential roll ya hundred fifty stacks

Niggas playing with the bag now what type of shit is that?

Heard he been up in the club going hard with the stacks

Front a nigga lil' some and he don't know how to act

Got my niggas on deck, yeah, they do this shit for fun nigga

Compton to the D, yeah, I'm talking 'bout my young niggas

I been playing phone tag with that all day

YG pull up on that nigga and see what he got to say

[Verse 2: YG]

I was fucking with Rico, he had the plug on the chico

I had to cancel like nino, cause the deal wasn't finito

I hit Payroll like "Ayo got the plug on the yayo

He said it's fresh off the boat, so charge him like San Diego"

Tryna make a hundred thousand off of fifteen racks

You know a nigga with twenty in the safe, get where he at

Ain't you the same nigga that been running from young?

I grab my gun, he start to run, "Pow! Pow!", missed him by luck, fuck!

[Verse 3: Doughboy Payroll]

Got a call from my nigga YG

He said it's a problem with the big homie

Young. 49 or the choppa, fuck it I'ma just grab all three guns

He parked out front, but them bitches in the trunk

Gloves on 'bout to leave a bitch nigga slumped

I know Ques riding let me hit this nigga up

Bring yo' four five, let's hit this nigga up

[Verse 4: Doughboy Ques & Doughboy Kidd]

So I kiss my Jesus peace, lord forgive me for my sins

I been down for too long, now its time for me to win

Said I wouldn't do this again, but you can't disrespect my partnas

Playing with the bosses money, YG go and grab them choppas

Tell Pay to grab them pumps, I know Kidd got them Nines

Since he see us as some hoes we 'bout to rob this nigga blind

Man, this nigga lost his mind, I'm killing him and his girl

"So now double homicide?" Hell yeah, it's the world

[Verse 5: Doughboy Kidd]

Man, you tripping listen, I ain't killing no kids

I ain't killing no bitches now let's run up in this crip

We gone ramsack for that cheese, we gone search around for them keys

If we can't come across neither put that to his dome then squeeze

So we out the truck towing heat, four deep with YG

Not a soul out in the street, it's too quite you ask me

Got a baby choppa and a Nine too

They say wait on Dre, there's no time to

Wait, what the fuck?

Goddamn, look, it's a bunch of niggas we ambushed

[Verse 6: Doughboy Payroll]

He got more niggas, but we got more clips

I'm 'bout to hop out 'cause I ain't no bitch

Kill 'em all, I ain't got time for no snitch

When it come to my fam, I don't take no shit

Shells not found, gunshots loud

I just hit a nigga now he laying on the ground

Busting yelling bitch where the keys and the pounds

I ain't stopping nigga 'til I run out of rounds

[Verse 7: Doughboy Dre]

Pulling up in all black, I got the forty I got the Mac

Pay done hit me ten times like nigga where the fuck you at

Hearing all these gunshots, mad as fuck, I ain't bring the choppa

Remind me of this one time, we first took them couple of blocks

Now we back up on that tip

Fully autos light tip

Bitch we taking all this work

Now these pussy niggas hurt, hallows all up in they shirt

Hop in the caddy, nigga skirt

Call Young up we at the stash house we got the money, we got the work

[Outro: Hype Man]

I have an announcement, it's some new work in the streets, its a little more potent

Than what you used too, some shit only bosses can handle, Detroit, we on!