[Intro]

Yo, yo, Al, hold up, son

Go into the file, son

The Chemistry Files, son, you know'mean?

The secret, top secret files

Pull out some exclusives, son

Let me drop this gangsta shit on 'em right quick, man

[Verse 1]

Yo, freestyle, New York style for DJ's and listeners

Y'all got somethin' to turn up now

This one you gotta bring back and request back

For my people in the Tri-State part of the map

This represents you but the other parts feel the same too

So we gotta spread love to the youth

We pop bub for them, pop Henny for the crew

Shoot a lead slab in you for speaking out the roof

Of your head, that was a bright idea

But when your light bulb got popped, how that feel?

These niggas is freakin' twerps

They could never match my wit and match my work

Not to mention the paper or the jewels I work with

But that don't count, we had those when we was kids

Shorty pose with they tits and they puss' for the film

Few fat bitches upset 'cause I ain't wanna drill 'em

Listen, this is what life sound like

On the streets where I'm from, this what death sound like

We strictly the theme song or the anthem, dunn

You can't do what we do, this is sacred to us

[Chorus]

Bitch ass niggas keep poppin' shit (What up?)

They give me the screwface and flash weapons

But all that change when I start squeezin'

They like, "A'ight, stop, chill, please, you got it"

The bad girls come dressed to impress

Niggas like me 'cause they want the best

I start on the dancefloor then get 'em in the bed

They like, "Don't stop, nigga, that's it, you got it"

[Verse 2]

Freestyle, hood style for little block radios, where that work movin' out

It's motivational music, 'cause it motivates you to go harder, get your money to it

This is the street pharmacy industry

You push drugs through the roof, then this represents you

But those that don't, they feel the same too

So we gotta spread love to the other parts too

We pop bub for them, crack beers for the crew

Crack a nigga skull open with my gun handle

Niggas be veggie meat fuckin' with me

His family'll have to pull the plug on him while he sleep

Shouldn't have been tryna pull a fast one on me

While I was busy tryna pull shorty pussy out her jeans

Niggas wanna be infamous

You can't do what we do, this is sacred to us

[Chorus]

Bitch ass niggas keep poppin' shit

They give me the screwface and flash weapons

But all that change when I start squeezin'

They like, "A'ight, stop, chill, please, you got it"

The bad girls come dressed to impress

Niggas like me 'cause they want the best

I start on the dancefloor then get 'em in the bed

They like, "You make me feel so good"

[Verse 3]

P style is dope now

It took me a minute to get hot but now they know now

Ever since they've been biting off me

Now the world see I'm who they wanna be

It's still love for them long as it's room for me

Long as I'm rich, they can bite 'til they teeth bleed

Move back, nigga, this is danger for you

But that bitch you with, she can hang with the crew

She could come right over here and bang with the truth

Yeah, you better keep her in a headlock 'cause I'm proof

That all girls cheat

You could buy her clothing and diamond rings, she just gon' rock that with me

While we smoke the weed, then rock to the beat

She wonder why you can't be more like P

So you try to be infamous but can't do what we do, this is sacred to us

[Chorus]

Bitch ass niggas keep poppin' shit (What up?)

They give me the screwface and flash weapons

But all that change when I start squeezin'

They like, "A'ight, stop, chill, please, you got it"

The bad girls come dressed to impress

Niggas like me 'cause they want the best

I start on the dancefloor then get 'em in the bed

They like, "You make me feel so good"