[Yung Bleu & Boosie Badazz]
(A Star, you cooked this?)
Bleu Vandross
Boosie Badazz
I told y´all about this nigga Yung Bleu two years ago, y´all ain´t believe me

Now you see, nigga, platinum records, gold records
More money, more guns, ´nother level
Can´t knock the hustle
Finna take this shit up a new level, nigga (Cold-blooded)

[Yung Bleu]
Got that lil´ money, but that don´t make you real
A million dollars, I couldn´t take the deal
Just had a lil´ one, I can´t wait to see ´em
He just got out, but he can´t wait to kill
Spin that shit
Whatever move, you better kill that shit
My nigga died, I can´t forgive that shit
He just got out, but he can´t wait to spin
Like 50 Cent, bitch, I got many men
Who done caught bodies, they wan´ kill again

My lil´ niggas stalk you
Murder that shit before you leave, go do a walk-through
I just pulled up in that ´Vette, I´m full of Hennessy and liquor
Had to treat her like a ho, she gave that pussy to my nigga
These niggas know I´m gettin´ selfish, yeah

[Yung Bleu]
Just made a million, bitch, it ain´t enough
Just got him whacked, but no, that ain´t enough
He just got out and he wan´ stank him somethin´
He just got out and he wan´ blank him somethin´
Like I don´t just where they stay or somethin´
Boot up, he on level one
Don´t let him get to level two, just don´t know what he might do

Boot up, he on level two
Don´t let him get to level three, he kill everything he see

[Yung Bleu]
And I ain´t never got my chain took
´Cause every time I´m in the club, I got that same look
Boot up on that molly if you want and get your brains took
I heard you got them choppers in your section, boy, but I ain´t shook
These niggas know I hang with nothin´ but steppers, boy, so man, look
We can do whatever you niggas wanna get into
Just don´t be surprised when we spit at you
Mortal Kombat, nigga, we gon´ finish you
I´m five and oh, I ain´t takin´ no losses

I politic with bosses
Hope you got some money, ´cause it take money to go to war
Even though they murked your nigga, you can´t tell what you saw
Out here retarded, ready to lay the law like I just passed the bar
Twenty shots, I´m ready to dunk you like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

[Yung Bleu]
Yeah, just made a million, bitch, it ain´t enough
Just got him whacked, but no, that ain´t enough
He just got out and he wan´ stank him somethin´
He just got out and he wan´ blank him somethin´
Like I don´t just where they stay or somethin´
Boot up, he on level one
Don´t let him get to level two, just don´t know what he might do

Boot up, he on level two
Don´t let him get to level three, he kill everything he see

[Boosie Badazz]
They hated on me on level one
That lil´ bitch was out of line, fully lyin´
So I stepped on him, me and my son
Before I leave the house, granny always say, "Be careful, hun"
Broke, talkin´ to the devil, huh, this that level, huh
Music made me Boosie Boo, fuck it, here go level two
Paper comin´, haters comin´, old niggas wan´ step on you, man
Shout out my man, shit, he sleep with a tool
He kill anything he see, he level three for Lil Boosie

And now it´s up now
You hopin´ we fall, you out of luck now
Level three shit, Yung Bleu gon´ have me mob tied
If murder what we talkin´ ´bout, you ain´t gonna lay it, boy
Bust your ass, boy, swear to God I went to class for it
Leveled up and made it, buy it, we don´t trip
That´s my level two nigga, he´ll kill you for a zip
An H finna go, but we gon´ get this shit straight
You can die from mistakes, and that´s from one of the greats

[ Boosie Badazz]
Boosie Badazz (Know what this is)
Level three shit
Keep your eyes on the prize, young nigga, get the money

And watch the bitches who be sleepin´