[Intro: Billy Danze]

Uh!

Uh! (Uh!)

M.O.P. in the house, kid

BLAOW! (BLAOW!)

Youknowhatimsayin, check this out

Lil Fame's a trigga nigga

Billy Danze a trigga nigga

Aight? Keepin it real

Brownsville still nigga

[Lil Fame]

Lil Fame, a young ass nigga wit talent

Thug that move silent, but still remain violent

The Brownsville slugger take the M-1 it's truth

General of this hit game, clack-clack, salute!

[Billy Danze]

Billy Danze, index finger exerciser

Bell ringer, gun slinger, survivor

Raise your right and I'll blaze the living proof

The Godfather to truth, clack-clack, salute!

[Lil Fame]

Since we came here we got to show and prove

The M.O.P. is rugged neva smoove

We tearin this shit down just like construction

Flip like kilos, with this Primo production

[Billy Danze]

No doubt, hit 'em wit that hilltop flavor

Hardcore niggas on your doorstep neighbor

And this year, here, niggas can't compare

Spectators hate us cuz we're fuckin with Premier

[Lil Fame]

Fillin 'em up wit raps in fact they can't get wit

A code red, the dope shit, got you niggas addicted

Mr. Danzini and the Fame stayin true to this game

Since you nice was that hip hop gangsta

(M.O.P.) guaranteed to keep bringin' this dopeness

For the real thugs and ghetto niggas slingin toasters

On all coastses, north to south, east to west

Got high clientele for shit you least expect

[Billy Danze]

M.O.P. from the hill kid (What you tryna tell me)

Still grippin mo' steel than Machine Gun Kelly

I mention, and flinching, and waitin for you to duck the gate

And sellin shit that I won't tolerate

WASSUP?! My whole team's in the house

The gat is 1-5-4-5, my .45's in your fucking mouth

(Same ones) Burner on blaze

Fuck a memory, you'll remember me for bustin' my thang!