I'mma set it, get it, got it, good

I rep for my **** in the D in the hood

On that ass like the Fuzz, come and wack down on us

They wanna see a player down, that's what it was

All my ppl in the house, put your hands in the air

And bop wit your **** to the sound of the snare

It's the [ ] to the [ ] with the S to the V

The most killer most, 2 of the best on the beats

They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!

Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!

Can I set it. Up, bout to set it, yeah!

Can we set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!

They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!

Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!

Bout to set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!

Finna set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!

All my G's throw you triggers up

By the hammer my hand on the biggest nutts

No bamma, I blow gands when they split the blunt

This is for my **** stuck, up in the ghetto

Pumping the metal, where they feel a fluff and they'll kill you

They quick to buck

Chicks trickin, chicken cluck

Switching up to your whip that your sister bumped

You'll be suckin' on tits and now your dick is sucked

Steady counting figures up

Benjamin's blend with the ten to twenty bucks

Figured up on the Benz or any trendy truck

I wedded and sticking up

Innocent independent citizens

Not givin' a cent of dividends, it could slit and cut

I'm blowed and I'm liquored up, I've been told that I'm cold as a winter month

And I showed I can explode when it sickens up, Bloaw

I'm back on the style, let me pick it up

Did you predict that what I spit on this hit is ridiculous

I should tip my Pimping cup

Just for pitching up percent of a pigeons rent

Given for living expense at the stripping club

They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!

Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!

Can I set it. Up, bout to set it, yeah!

Can we set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!

They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!

Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!

Bout to set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!

Finna set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!

Don't let me catch you slipping up your numbers up

Give and duck, or run a muck

Attempt a jump like double dutch, the clips'll bust

Your clique is just sick of us

Bringing the heat steaming me swinging defeat

You street, dreaming on sleep, idiots?

El, the sickest you ever heard

And predicting a set of words

That he stick in the head of nerds

Or just gifted with lady curve and positions written to say something

Gotta stay buzzing coming off on the line like a fadeaway Dr. J jumping

Cu-zin, we got the streets Buz-zin

Villa blowing, bubb-ling

Those who ain't caught on, fill em'...in

We in this grizzie now and we playing to win

They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!

Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!

Can I set it. Up, bout to set it, yeah!

Can we set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!

They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!

Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!

Bout to set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!

Finna set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!