[Intro: Young Pappy]
Everybody stay talking ’bout they wanna hear that new Young Pappy and Bang
Well, my manager he taxed for a feature, but you don’t get taxed if you the gang
A head shot put a patch in his brain
I’m smoking on dead n***as, I’ll match you a name
Shorty told Spazz, “I can’t hang where you hang cause you hang with Young Pappy and he gave you that name.”
[Verse 1: Bang Da Hitta]
b**h I go crazy, b**h I got crazy!
Ready to k**, going in like the navy!
Whippin’ the coke like I’m bringing back slavery
My n***as they with it, they riding, no racing
They pop out the cut like a scene up on Jason
My n***as don’t run, only time when they chasing
How cause that d**h flip them right on their faces
You don’t rock with us? f** ’em then waste them
[Verse 2: Young Pappy]
Sure I got a whole lot of motherf**ing shooters on my squad
Whole lotta shots, whole lotta shooters
Whole Uzis, whole lotta macs
Whole lotta tecs, whole lotta Glocks, whole lotta Rugers
Sure I made all the shots, saying I’m a rap star
n***a’s getting clapped, hell nah, we ain’t losing
Toolies dress me up, hell nah, I ain’t doing
n***a’s know where I stay but hell nah, I ain’t moving
I ain’t ducking no action
When you see me, it’s cracking
Nine times out of ten, I got it
You ain’t no savage
You gon’ make me call up Mac tell ’em “f** traffic, bring out them ratchets”
I ain’t never lackin’
n***a’s say never say never, well b**h n***a, I ain’t never lackin’
I ain’t never lackin’
n***a’s say never say never,, well b**h n***a, I ain’t never lackin’
[Verse 3: Bang Da Hitta]
For my squad, I’mma blam n***as
In broad day, go ham, n***a
It’s k**a season, no Cam, n***a
Get lean like you off xans, n***a
It’s straight bars, no tams, n***a
All my n***as hundred grand, n***a
We’ll pop out that van, n***a
Just spazz out, straight fan, n***a
I’m f**ing up [?]
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Shoot with precision, you shot in the air, what you shooting at, pigeons?
You PBGK? b**h is you tripping?
That’s what turns n***as up into victims
Beat him and burn him in front of his children
Burning them up but then we were the k**ers
[Verse 4: Young Pappy]
I be on the Pole where it’s cold at
You need like 2-3 coats and about 4 hats
I hang with Insanes, we post where the Stones at
n***a talk crazy, where his brains? Where the floors at
I be on the ave and the mav where the Moes at
I don’t come outside unless I ask where the poles at
f**ing with a real n***a, she don’t wanna go back
Ask about a body, hell nah, I don’t know that
[Verse 5: Bang Da Hitta]
Got Pap on the track, we spazzin