[Pre-Chorus:]

You would think it's Halloween the way I'm adding to my bag

Had them shooters at yo' house, catch em layin' in that grass

Will teach a opp a lesson like a teacher teachin' class

Red dots to yo' window like we playin' laser tag

[Chorus:]

Niggas actin' tough until we pop out with that mop

If he really want that static, we gon' make his body drop

Nigga, you ain't with the gang if you stay rockin' with the opps

We gon' slide down, up the choppa, load the clip and wet his block

On my Ray Lewis shit, I'm dancin' when I get the sack

If a nigga talkin' down, we grab the stick and blow 'em back

And I'll never duck a opp unless he snitchin' like a rat

All my niggas carry guns so why you runnin' with a bat?

[Verse 1:]

He was talkin' tough until we pulled up with that stick

Bitch, that chopstick got a kit, make his body do a flip

I've been hustlin', gettin' rich and I be stackin' up them chips

If he frontin' for them bitches, we gon' empty out the clip

Catch a opp in traffic, we gon' send that pussy out

Heard he like to do the talkin', bet that choppa close his mouth

If that goofy hidin' out, we gon' run up in his house

Niggas in my lane, they better take a different route

How you talkin' all that shit but you be actin' like a fan?

When I caught him up in public, he ain't square up, goofy ran

If that nigga drop a addy, we gon' pull up in that van

And he best not come to Houston 'cause I told his ass he banned

[Chorus:]

Niggas actin' tough until we pop out with that mop

If he really want that static, we gon' make his body drop

Nigga, you ain't with the gang if you stay rockin' with the opps

We gon' slide down, up the choppa, load the clip and wet his block

On my Ray Louis shit, I'm dancin' when I get the sack

If a nigga talkin' down, we grab the stick and blow 'em back

And I never duck a opp unless he snitchin' like a rat

All my niggas carry guns so why you runnin' with a bat?

[Verse 2:]

You would think he Tay K 'cause I made him do the race

Niggas thinks it's funny, shoot that smile off his face

When we catch him up in public, we gon' crack him like a vase

Bet that goofy actin' tough until we put him in his place

Dead niggas in my wallet, I be runnin' up a check

Keep a freezer on my wrist and VVS around my neck

If he talkin' out his face then we gon' take that as a threat

Ain't no try to hit my phone when I be ridin' private jets

Niggas try to steal the song, they try to take a nigga drip

But if a goofy touch the profit, we gon' smoke him like a zip

And he want to throw them hands then I'm gon' bust him in his lip

We gon' scam him for his profit just to make them packs flip

I be puttin' up them points while you sittin' in the stands

I be gettin' to the bag, I be stackin' up my bands

How you actin' like you hate me but you tried to shake my hand?

I be scammin' credit cards, got me feelin' like the man

[Chorus:]

Niggas actin' tough until we pop out with that mop

If he really want that static, we gon' make his body drop

Nigga, you ain't with the gang if you stay rockin' with the opps

We gon' slide down, up the choppa, load the clip and wet his block

On my Ray Louis shit, I'm dancin' when I get the sack

If a nigga talkin' down, we grab the stick and blow 'em back

And I never duck a opp unless he snitchin' like a rat

All my niggas carry guns so why you runnin' with a bat?