My youngins got a Glock

Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka

Go, hit em with the choppa

It’s the blocka blocka blocka

I know you heard me through yo radio

I know you heard me through yo stereo

100 chains on with my Figaro

Bout to kill the game, nigga here we go

And I pull that on me

And the feds got a case, try to put that on me

And Shawty got a ass, go on, put that on me

Millie in the bag man, I put that on me

And my youngin got a choppa

Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka

And my youngin got a choppa

Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka

If you homie with my shooter then nigga pull up then

He’ll knock yo ass off for a light 10

Yo a coward if you kill a nigga in the night then

Say you gangsta, way kill em, meet me in the light then

They don’t wait til the police call, white then

And if you don’t want it, have em makin more white then

God say I turn to kill he right then

We all righteous, member of the Righteous Men

Righteous killers, do it cool as the fam with it

That is Godwork, yall niggas is playin with it

Manslaughter a nigga, bare hands with it

And we go, real pussy, I was in the can with it

I’m Young Dro, not the avenger

Solid gold davenger

Yall niggas sleep, I wake em up like awerika

I used to fall with Keishas, now I’m fuckin with character

I’m in the kitchen, flippin this case, no spatula

I know you heard me through yo radio

I know you heard me through yo stereo

100 chains on with my Figaro

Bout to kill the game, nigga here we go

And I pull that on me

And the feds got a case, try to put that on me

And Shawty got a ass, go on, put that on me

Millie in the bag man, I put that on me

And my youngin got a choppa

Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka

And my youngin got a choppa

Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka

I say money is the mission, we murder without permission

Kills in the kitchen, the product’s off in the kitchen

My niggas getting richer cuz niggas know they positioned

If money talk then all you broke niggas should listen

Everybody hatin on me, it’s like who could you trust?

All these hoes out here skinning, it’s like who could you fuck

In this Rolls I be leanin em like who gives a fuck

But these niggas talkin reckless, just know that you can be touched

When that money on the line, my hands on the line

I put that money on yo heads, all this money on my mind nigga

And you don’t wanna see me shine

Nigga time is money so I put some money on my time nigga

I know you hear me on yo radio

Fuck around headshots, spin that voice for Gatti O

And all my niggas tell me though

Dream chaser, Hustle Gang nigga, you already know

I know you heard me through yo radio

I know you heard me through yo stereo

100 chains on with my Figaro

Bout to kill the game, nigga here we go

And I pull that on me

And the feds got a case, try to put that on me

And Shawty got a ass, go on, put that on me

Millie in the bag man, I put that on me

And my youngin got a choppa

Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka

And my youngin got a choppa

Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka

Hey girl my youngin want action

He run up with that thing

Even if he don’t let it bang I bet you won’t do a thing

You ain’t ballin like I’m ballin, hundred G up in yo thing

I’m a million movie man, gor for deal and do yo thing

Hustle Gang muhfucka, all we do is get money

I got 100 racks, you wanna do this shit forever

That crew on yo back, Hustle Gang, you cheer

Make dough our music but got other shit to do in the rear

You got a bitch, she see me gentile, I be usually friend

Retarded, watchin my arm, stupid shit on my neck

We both fuck er, let’s help er, go ask er who do it the best

I pull her shit out of prison, she stuck a feel in her chair

So get most of the money?

Who got all the respect

Head light, we get the best, let em fight for the rest

I beat you all gonna ride, if I’m flyin in a jet

My hood, you need choppa, might get by all the tech, you hear me?

I know you heard me through yo radio

I know you heard me through yo stereo

100 chains on with my Figaro

Bout to kill the game, nigga here we go

And I pull that on me

And the feds got a case, try to put that on me

And Shawty got a ass, go on, put that on me

Millie in the bag man, I put that on me

And my youngin got a choppa

Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka

And my youngin got a choppa

Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka