[Intro: ?]

Yeah, it's later than a motherfucka

Bulletproof still up in this bitch

Kickin' it with my nigga spanky biggy, my nigga 211

You know what I'm sayin', Uphoria Clique, 2 Lo G's, we thick up in this motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin'

So we gon' send this one out to Memphis, and uh, we gon' kick this to all the players

And uh, yo Lay Low kick that shit

[Verse 1: Lay Low]

Motherfuck them hoes, motherfuck your clique

When I ride, when I pimp my bitch, that shit better keep me rich

Nigga collect your cash, stay on the ground with the nine cocked

Ready to serve, robbin' motherfuckers standin' on the block

Circle 'round your eye, infrared got you caught up in some shit

That do for bullеtproof niggas squeeze on the trigger

See this gamе is simple, never let a buster slip through the backdoor of your plan

They [?] bitch, now you gots to kill her, bitch

And that goes for you hoes, that be slippin' with your dope

Thinkin' just 'cause you a bitch, a nigga won't stick you up

But the way that this shit goes, it's like bouncin' back at you

2 Lo G's and Yo Chill, like nine infrareds aimed at you

Now what you do? If the [?] will get so bloody

If you [?] slugs at your chest my nig, trippin' off the shit I did

Must be out of my mind, 'cause money is the main issue

And if you be in the way of my green, my niggas won't have to buck you down

[Chorus: Chill]

Breakin' niggas off the trunk, B.P.P. in your trunk

Niggas they ain't kickin' what we kickin', 'cause we make you stop

SMK, 2 Lo G's, it's Uphoria Clique, runnin' shit

This is for you nigga-niggas that I know that's down with this

On the real, packin' steel, 'cause these niggas catchin' jail

But that's okay, 'cause the only love for niggas anyway

So I'ma smoke a blunt, for you player haters on your [?]

Count to three, 'cause you're steppin' to some real G's

[Verse 2: SMK]

I'm [?] them busters, I be low key, key low key

[?] bumpin' in [?], got the indo, roll my seat back

For you hizzo claimin' to be some bumpin' face

From that shit that we be kickin', into the pimpin' that I'm spittin'

G to the A-M-E, be stickin'

Breakin' plenty, plenty bitches that get them [?] for riot

Empty them g's in your system, got the party hot

We bailin' the pockets with the cheese, you better be bettin' to squeeze

On your nuts 'cause you can't fuck, bulletproof is all I cut

I ball, one, two, three, where we be smokin' and chiefin' that D

Grabbin' my check 'cause I can't breathe, 'cause [?] hizzo got my weak

All on my knees, ain't no gabbage

Niggas dare to be testin' my motherfuckin' pimpin'

You're so lame, we poppin' them bulletproof vests

Slang, niggas, that [?] clizzick, got a .45 Glizzock

To your dizzome, gotta split your wizzig

I'm on my hustle, stackin' the chrome

Leavin' them numb, 'cause you steppin' to some real G's

Rings, what you pimp my nig, kickin' [?]

[Chorus: Chill]

Breakin' niggas off the trunk, B.P.P. in your trunk

Niggas they ain't kickin' what we kickin', 'cause we make you stop

SMK, 2 Lo G's, it's Uphoria Clique, runnin' shit

This is for you nigga-niggas that I know that's down with this

On the real, packin' steel, 'cause these niggas catchin' jail

But that's okay, 'cause the only love for niggas anyway

So I'ma smoke a blunt, for you player haters on your [?]

Count to three, 'cause you're steppin' to some real G's

[Verse 3: U-Wan]

It's a typical day in the neighbourhood, niggas up to no good

Steppin' up to me more, talkin' 'bout rob, damn fool I wish you would

'Cause my bitch got my back, named Nina

Hit 'em fools up, empty chambers in the [?]

[?] as I watch 'em bleed, I'm fiendin' for the weed

Indonesian, a little nigga that's real mean

Tic-Tac, ching, those the sound of the clip

Milimeter Ruger bullets with them hollowpoint tips

So uh, don't get caught slippin', 'cause if you do

Man, your body will be duckin' from muggin'

Seventy-two inches deep, [?]

You thinkin' about jackin' from me, fool

You might wanna throw up a peace sign

Or, put them triggers back real easily

And commence to puttin' them damn caps, [?]

Runs deep up in my soul, but you won't get ahead

Because your body just turned cold, bitch

[Chorus: Chill]

Breakin' niggas off the trunk, B.P.P. in your trunk

Niggas they ain't kickin' what we kickin', 'cause we make you stop

SMK, 2 Lo G's, it's Uphoria Clique, runnin' shit

This is for you nigga-niggas that I know that's down with this

On the real, packin' steel, 'cause these niggas catchin' jail

But that's okay, 'cause the only love for niggas anyway

So I'ma smoke a blunt, for you player haters on your [?]

Count to three, 'cause you're steppin' to some real G's

[Outro: Chill]

Yeah, we about this motherfuckin' nigga, uh