[Verse 1: Styles P]

Chillin' at the Amoco, lightin' up botanical

Seen a nigga I ain't like, should I let the hammer go?

Down to do the dirt but I know the church his Nana go

I don't want the sin on my soul 'cause I plan to go

So I keep rollin' up

But he ice grillin' and he swollen up

But he ain't old enough to never see another day

I'm thinkin' this but I ain't put my gun away

He act, I'ma clap, and these people gon' run away

They gonna get my plates and the make of my vehicle

I'ma be upstate full of hate tryin' see it through

So, I put it in first

I'ma catch 'em all alone then I'm puttin' work

[Chorus: Billy Danze of M.O.P.]

You wanna test me? (You gotta)

Wait your turn B

There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me

I put my foot down firmly

Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me

Test me? (You gotta)

Wait your turn B

There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me

I put my foot down firmly

Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me

[Verse 2: Styles P]

In the club by myself gettin' sized up so I just rised up but I didn't need help

Had a knife in the belt and a bottle that was comp

I'm always ready to romp, I move kinda stealth

Hammer in the ride with the driver outside by the door with cocked back four

He familiar with the war and the tour, keep a bullet in his jaw

Know for sure that shit can get raw when I slide

They say what up, no what up back

Ghost bust first, no bust back

Keep that same energy, hope you remember me

I'ma be that enemy that won't ever cut slack

[Chorus: Billy Danze of M.O.P.]

You wanna test me? (You gotta)

Wait your turn B

There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me

I put my foot down firmly

Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me

Test me? (You gotta)

Wait your turn B

There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me

I put my foot down firmly

Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me

[Verse 3: Styles P]

Couple a niggas don't even like Ghost

Start shit up, get lit up like they a light post

I ain't into arguin', I ain't into bargainin'

Get a shell in a hoodie, knife in a cardigan

You see me throwin' the peace sign

That two could turn to two guns up when it's creep time

Slug through the peephole, now he sleep though

He the one askin' for sleep time

Test me, you gotta wait your turn B

Get a bag full of guns and prepare for the journey

Get six pallbearers, a couple attorneys

You gon' either not leave or leave in a gurney

Ghost

[Chorus: Billy Danze of M.O.P.]

You wanna test me? (You gotta)

Wait your turn B

There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me

I put my foot down firmly

Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me

Test me? (You gotta)

Wait your turn B

There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me

I put my foot down firmly

Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me

You wanna test me?

There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me