[Verse 1: Young Dro]

Run in the trap

35 bricks

Man we in the hood in the trap spot, bring 35 chicks

Got Lean in my left hand

Weed in my right hand

If you get outta line, we gon kill your ass, man

All my ice on

You ain't got no ice

Heard you can rap, matter fact nigga, we ain’t even that nice

I heard you got a cute chick

Imma hit that twice

I'm telling you beforehand, I'll make her suck dick, no hands

Hundred 20 rounds in the motherfuckin K drum

Wait till one of you fuck niggas say something

Your bitch get wrong, stop your bitch from breathing

See you fuck niggas miss believing

Everybody want Dro, this the season

Where the fuck is my thugs at?

Where the fuck is my drugs at?

Get to it again, Imma do it again

I ain’t gon stop till I hit the top, I'm doing this shit for my hooligans

[Chorus: B.O.B.]

Yeah

All I ever do is this

Nigga we ain't new to this

Come at me with the foolishness

Imma show up in your yard with my hooligans

With my hooligans, with my hooligans

Imma show up in your yard with my hooligans

[Verse 2: Young Dro]

Switching my cars

[?] whip now

[?] on my dick, I quit now

Go stupid with the [?], on the scene, and I'm coming from Atlanta

[?] you can't handle

I'm coming in the Phantom, [?]

Give Dro everything

All gold everything

Take my money out the bank, gonna get popped on everything

Things for the kid on it

You ain't got shit on it

Your deal ain't shit, I’m rich, got 2.6 on it

Bet they don’t like that

[?] flight back

I got your bitch on the line, she wondering where I'm at, tell her I’ll be right back

Hustle Gang for sure

[?] roaster

Shauty wanna ride [?]

[Chorus: B.O.B.]

Yeah

All I ever do is this

Nigga we ain't new to this

Come at me with the foolishness

Imma show up in your yard with my hooligans

With my hooligans, with my hooligans

Imma show up in your yard with my hooligans

[Verse 3: Trae Tha Truth]

All white Roles Royce

[?]

I don't fuck with no front seat

[?] cracked my IPhone, I'm still getting face time

[?]

I can run it through, no baseline

[?]

I give you the whole clip [?]

[?]

These bricks [?]

[?] colder, I got chips on both shoulders

Hustle Gang, nigga you can tell them it’s over

I show up at your door like [?]

[?] I ain't wanna hear shit unless I'm making a profit

[?]

[Chorus: B.O.B.]

Yeah

All I ever do is this

Nigga we ain't new to this

Come at me with the foolishness

Imma show up in your yard with my hooligans

With my hooligans, with my hooligans

Imma show up in your yard with my hooligans