[Intro]

(James in the cut 'til we r-)

[Chorus: NastyBoyAaron]

Ay, my bro 4jay move the drugs, sniff that coke from Mexico

Sneaky bitch, she take a loss, I swear I'ma take his soul

Stand up with the luger snatch, smoke his ass just like a bar

My bro 4jay move the drugs, sniff that coke from Mexico

Sneaky bitch, she take a loss, I swear I'ma take his soul (Ay)

Stand up with the luger snatch, smoke his ass just like a bar

[Verse: Lord Lyrico]

Yeah

Slide in his trap, hit this shit, could get tragic

I'll ride if you tag shit, you niggas fake plastic

It's the dollar bill fanatic, the money count addict

Not lying in my rap shit, it's autobiographic

Mirror, mirror, where's the loot

Tell me who I gotta shoot

Thirsty for my attribute

Need the check, that's absolute

Your bitch in the birthday suit, she mad 'cause I fucked up her loot

Say you lookin' for me, but you never see no mockin' me

[Chorus: NastyBoyAaron]

My bro 4jay move the drugs, sniff that coke from Mexico

Sneaky bitch, she take a loss, I swear I'ma take his soul

Stand up with the luger snatch, smoke his ass just like a bar

My bro 4jay move the drugs, sniff that coke from Mexico

Sneaky bitch, she take a loss, I swear I'ma take a his soul

Stand up with the luger snatch, smoke his ass just like a bar

[Pt. 2]

(James- James- James in the cut 'til we r-)

[Verse: Luci4 & Lord Lyrico]

(You don't want nun)

Caught a body in the moss, tryna hop and drop his top (500 mgs, nun)

No cap, I could tell you so, oh well sorry for your loss (Nigga, you don't want nun, uh)

Ay, Simon missed your calls, run up on me, no you not (500 mgs, nun)

And I'm smoking on a pack, no I don't mix with the soft (Five- Ay, you don't want nun, uh)

Get that beat-up fire wax on my shirt, it's from a cop (The cops; You don't want nun)

The cook shoot 'em in his head, turn his face from blue to red (Red; 500 mgs, nun)

Leave you popped or leave you dead (Dead; You don't want nun, uh, 500 mgs, nun)

My [?] ain't no shed (You don't want nun, uh)

If you see us then you scared, leave a nigga in the air (Ay; 500 mgs, nun)

Sayin' that you really banging, well, nigga, me too (Grah; Ay, you don't want nun, uh)

I'ma come through, see what it do (Ay; Uh, you don't want nun)

You gon' try to run, but it's cool (Ay; 500 mgs, nun)

Niggas hiding on top the roof (Ay; Nigga, you don't want nun, uh)

We been hopping, do not act cool (Ay; 500 mgs, nun)

Take your life like substance abuse (Substance abuse; You don't want nun, uh)

[Outro: Lord Lyrico]

You don't want nun, 500 mgs, nun (And the seven angels which had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound)

Nigga, you don't want nun (The first angel sounded and then followed hail and fire mingled with blood, and was cast upon the earth)

Uh, 500 mgs, nun (And the third part of trees was burnt up, and all green grass was burnt up)

Ay, you don't want nun, uh (Then the second angel sounded, and as it were a great mountain burning with fire was cast into the sea: and the third part of the sea became blood)

Five- You don't want nun, uh (Blessed is he that readeth, and that they hear the words of this prophecy)

500 mgs, nun

Nigga, you don't want nun, huh

500 mgs, nun (And keep those things which are written therein, for the time is at hand)

Ay, you don't want nun