[Polo G & King Von]
(Illa on da beat)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Scott Storch)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Von

[Polo G & King Von]
I keep calling plays, like I´m Phil Jackson
We got Glocks and ´K´s, ´cause the field crackin´ (Grrah, grrah)
Goofy better tuck his chain (What?)
My lil´ vultures will snatch it (Huh? Huh?)
You can die a hundred ways, don´t blink, ´cause it will happen (Boom, boom)
I ain´t in no rush to save (Nah)
I drove real fast (Yeah, yeah)
My bitch bad like she will not behave (Huh?)
She get real ratchet (Yeah, yeah)
Long nights in the dog pound (Damn)
What if I was still trappin´? (What? Huh?)
Baby AR make ´em fall down (Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
Hunnid shots, he´s still clappin´

[Polo G & King Von]
He think he turnt up, he finally seen me, yeah, we been havin´ (Who?)
My squad don´t give no fuck, we tear shit up, just like I´m Bin Laden (Go)
Runnin´ to them bucks (Run), my Gucci scuffed (Run), now I got rich habits (Run)
I done had enough, might let it bust if they don´t quit cappin´ (Damn, damn, damn)
Uh, now reload and I can´t see straight off the X, ´cause I just keep rollin´ (Yeah, I just keep rollin´)
Sippin´ Henny in my cup, I can´t keep focus (I been sippin´)
He cuffed that bitch, he fell in love, I make her deep throat it

[King Von]
You know Von (Von), I´m known to go in (Go)
Niggas hoes, they be wearin´ sew-ins (Yeah, yeah)
I got out, fucked five of her friends
Bet a bitch won´t cheat on me again
I get out my body, I got bodies, this a hobby, nigga (Yeah, yeah, huh?)
I get out that pill, I´m gon´ score and Shaq can´t stop me, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Your main bitch, I probably hit her (Yeah), and your homie sister (Uh-huh)
Even though that´s folk´s cousin (Yeah), man, fuck   (Fuck, boom, boom, boom)
Out here since a shorty, kept a .40, I would never worry (Nah, nah)
Teacher ask me what I want to do, I told her shoot (Huh? What? Huh?)
She think I´m talkin´ about some Steph Curry (Boom, boom, boom)

Man, niggas better hurry, hurry (Run)
We throwin´ Hail Mary´s (Grrah), you catch this, you gettin´ buried (Boom, boom, boom)
Smokin´ on that  , they left him Bloody Mary (Ooh)
These niggas play, act like they gay
I pull up with more clips than Tyler Perry (Rah, rah)

[Polo G & King Von]
I keep calling plays, like I´m Phil Jackson (Callin´ plays)
We got Glocks and ´K´s, ´cause the field crackin´ (Huh? Grrah, grrah)
Goofy better tuck his chain, man, my lil´ vultures will snatch it ( What? Huh? Huh?)
You can die a hundred ways, don´t blink, ´cause it will happen (Boom, boom)

I ain´t in no rush to save (Huh? Huh?), I drove real fast (Yeah, yeah)
My bitch bad like she will not behave (What?)
She get real ratchet (Yeah, yeah)
Long nights in the dog pound, what if I was still trappin´? (Damn)
Baby AR make ´em fall down, hunnid shots, he´s still clappin´ (Rah, rah, rah)