[Intro: Don Cannon & TaySav]
Steps back
We just addicted to success. This type of work ethic, you just can't learn in the textbook. You see me and Tay come from the same story, just a different network. I always tell 'em it's easy to get to a dollar, but this type of motivation is priceless. What’s real is real. Chi-Town, TaySav...
Dope (Gang, gang)
Got shooters that's gon' ride for me (The Cannon)
Got shooters that's gon' ride for me
[?] shells gon’ blast for me, [?] rest-in-peace
Too many say they after me, but I ain't letting them catching me
They know that TaySav a G, they know I'm with Savage Sheen
[Chorus]
And they know we taking it easy
And they know we smoking on Teezy
And they know I always tote on Gleezies
Up pole, I'ma shoot like a regent
From the Pole, where it's cold like a freezer
2 Cupz, that's for bro, he the reason
Up pole on a nigga, he freezing
Hollows hit soul, now he heated
[Verse 1]
Ain't ta'm'bout rolls? You can beat it
I ain't cuffing no whores, bitches eating
Lil’ whore wanna swallow my semen
Free my brother Lil Shawn, he a demon
Free my brother Spazzout, he a demon too
Slide through your block, he'll leave you leaking, too
Bitch saw me, she like, "I wanna leave with you"
Told her, "If [she] coming, then my friend leaving, too"
She's with it, let's get it, hold on!
Bitch, you know I'm flee as fuck when I pop out with all these -rolls
Trues and Rocks up on me, Versace hugging all on my pole
Nigga, get up off me when Aquafina thirsty for your soul
She gon’ get you off me if we bump heads all throughout the Pole
Promise I won’t miss, I just need six and I'm gon' get you gone
Why your bitch keep calling? She stalking, get her up out my phone
She playing or some', promise you I won't pay her nothin'
Catch a crowd, then the K'll drum
I'll spray or some', get caught I ain't saying nothin'
I'll be out in a day or some', I ain't going, you should really know this shit
If I up it, I'ma blow this bitch, can't control this bitch
Nina sick, blow up nose real quick, [?] rose real quick, like, "Holy shit!"
Can't believe I seen a ghost and shit, hate when niggas do the most and shit, that emotion shit
Four nickels get 'em gone and gym, get took out your Glo real quick, wait, hold on!
Hate it when a bitch try to prolong 'cause that wasn't never even really 'posed to grow on
Better think twice, I'm the wrong one to go on
I'll have your whole family saying "Solo" to you
You don't want that for your mama, do you?
If not, I suggest that you gon' and do you
'Cause Lil Bigz so thirsty to do you
Foolie'll sniff you out, got shooters loose screw
[Chorus]
Got shooters that's gon' blast for me, homicide with no mask for me
Thirty-six shells gon' blast for me, out the TEC, that's a true masterpiece
Too many say they after me, but none of them ever capturing me
'Cause they know that TaySav a G
And they know I'm with Savage Sheen
And they know we taking it easy
And they know we smoking on Teezy
And they know I always tote on Gleezies
Up pole, I'ma shoot like a regent
From the Pole, where it's cold like a freezer
2 Cupz, that's for bro, he the reason
Up pole on a nigga, he freezing
Hollows hit soul, now he heated
[Verse 2]
2 Pap Gang with me, that's the team
Promise I'ma get rich, that's the dream
Boy, you better put an end to that scheming
'Cause my shooters, they in [?] they freedom
Have him leaning like he sipping codeine
If you hating on me, nigga, what's the reason?
My whole squad good, we eating
Eating good, you would think a nigga feasting
Getting bread like we working some yeast
Tell 'em let my young niggas off the leash, free my bro Shot-a-Baybee out the cell
Soon as they take the hold off, we post bail
Money on his books, send it all through the mail
Xans got a nigga moving slower than a snail
Flats got a nigga on point like a nail
Don't get sent up the railroad like a sale
Up pole, send bullets at ya [?] and the mail, like, "Damn"
Niggas don't want war with us, if you come to the Pole, you get folded up
From the Pole where it's colder than coldest cuts
Where the bros tote poles and they known to bust
The chrome with us and ain't no one controlling us
I got your bitch going, she wanna come home with us
I fuck with niggas who was there when I rode the bus
The same niggas I'ma be with in them foreign trucks
[Chorus]
Got shooters that's gon' blast for me, homicide with no mask for me
Thirty-six shells gon' blast for me, out the TEC, that's a true masterpiece
Too many say they after me, but none of them ever capturing me
'Cause they know that TaySav a G
And they know I'm with Savage Sheen
And they know we taking it easy
And they know we smoking on Teezy
And they know I always tote on Gleezies
Up pole, I'ma shoot like a regent
From the Pole, where it's cold like a freezer
2 Cupz, that's for bro, he the reason
Up pole on a nigga, he freezing
Hollows hit soul, now he heated