[Intro]

MADNESS MANE

[Verse 1: Yo Lynch]

Loaded up that nine double-m, put that Glock down my hip

Took a little trip, 'cause I'm bailed up, busters trippin'

My niggas let their shawty ride, cruisin' to that other side

High as sky, I can't lie, but this shit is do or die

Parked my car behind the track, pulled out my fuckin' gat

Sat behind the bushes scopin', watchin' none of them suckers locin'

All of a sudden, I just click, jumped out like a lunatic

Made them niggas bail out quick, drop it off your ass, bitch

Woke up in the afternoon, 211's on my mind

Smoked a blunt of ink and I think it's time I grab my nigga the nine

Feet to the floor, gotta go, gotta burn a rubber down a motherfuckin' block, with my Glock still cocked

Lookin' at my rearview, what the hell I'm gonna do, If I see a crooked cop

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2: Yo Lynch & Young Lo]

Them devilish dollars keep on dancin' in my head

So if the Five-O broke with the Y to the O, they catchin' lead

Made it to the hood, all good, put up the jewelery and dope

Then I put the cheese in the bank, 'cause I'm finna get some more

Parked my car behind the track, pulled out my fuckin' gat

Sat behind the bushes scopin', watchin' none of them suckers locin'

All of a sudden, I just click, jumped out like a lunatic

Made them niggas bail out quick, drop it off your ass, bitch

Feet to the floor, gotta go, gotta burn a rubber down a motherfuckin' block, with my Glock still cocked

Lookin' at my rearview, what the hell I'm gonna do, If I see a crooked cop

System in the trunk, to get knocked, I locked up out this junt

Juice gon' grab them AMP's and things so we can make some small change

Know some niggas flippin' cars, just might need to stick a charge

Got a garage on the hill, all I need is a couple of beers

System in the trunk, to get knocked, I locked up out this junt

Juice gon' grab them AMP's and things so we can make some small change

Know some niggas flippin' cars, just might need to stick a charge

Got a garage on the hill, all I need is a couple of beers

For my time in [?], gotta keep my hustle steady, yean know

Flippin' the script for my chips and my dips

And my gravy, caught you slippin', baby

[Outro: Yo Lynch]

Them devilish dollars keep on dancin' in my head

So if the Five-O broke with the Y to the O, they catchin' lead

Made it to the hood, all good, put up the jewelery and dope

Then I put the cheese in the bank, 'cause I'm finna get some more