intro
Louie Bandz made another one
4KTrey (Uh, L straight out that north)
You know what it is with me, nigga
Ain't nobody safe, we gon' die today (Ayy)
Northside, 38, we put guns to the face
chorus
Bow, bitch, kick yo' door, uh
Mission, find the stash spot
Make 'em hit the floor, uh
I say hold yo' hands high
Don't make me let it blow (Gang)
This ain't the time for games now
Bitch, I'ma wipe your nose (Slatt, on slime, nigga, uh, uh)
Bow, hit the ground, bitch
Please don't make no sound, bitch
We came here for the pounds
Show me where the money 'fore yo'
Head I leave some rounds in (Agh)
This shit could go straight or
I could leave here with yo' head split
verse
And don't say shit ain't up in here
I know that ain't right (That ain't right)
Bitch, we smelt you cookin' dope up
Here the other night (Other night)
I'm startin' to think that you a smoker
Why you got a pipe? (Got a pipe)
You make a move and I'ma bat
You with this fuckin' pipe, bitch (Lil' boy)
38, straight connivin', nigga breakin' in yo' shit
Go ask a real nigga 'bout me
These niggas can't play me like no bitch (Uh-uh)
Play with me, you must want death
I tell me shooter make a wish (On my mama, what up?)
Back to this, I'm here for that, now
Nigga, come up off yo' shit
chorus
Bow, bitch, kick yo' door, uh
Mission, find the stash spot
Make 'em hit the floor, uh
I say hold yo' hands high, don't make me let it blow (Gang)
This ain't the time for games now
Bitch, I'ma wipe your nose (Slatt, on slime, nigga, uh, uh)
Bow, hit the ground, bitch
Please don't make no sound, bitch
We came here for the pounds
Show me where the money 'fore yo' head
I leave some rounds in (Agh)
This shit could go straight or
I could leave here with 'yo head split
verse
Tote a green flag, she bang 4KTrey
Dirty bitches, talkin' groupie bitches
Bloody niggas, he got plenty bodies
Nobody savin', all he wanna know
Is who gon' die today (Blat!)
Wet that nigga up in traffic, he got road rage
Slime, he just wiped a nigga
He on probation and he thuggin'
Said he gon' buy his bro a cutlass
chorus
Bow, uh, bitch, kick yo' door, uh
Mission, find the stash spot
Make 'em hit the floor, uh
I say hold yo' hands high
Don't make me let it blow (Gang)
This ain't the time for games now
Bitch, I'ma wipe your nose (Slatt, on slime, nigga, uh, uh)
Bow, hit the ground, bitch
Please don't make no sound, bitch
We came here for the pounds
Show me where the money 'fore yo'
Head I leave some rounds in (Agh)
This shit could go straight or
I could leave here with yo' head split
Writer(s): Kentrell Desean Gaulden, Aaron David Lockhart Jr., Dennis Darrell Neal Jr.