You don't wanna see us pull up, pull up

You don't wanna see us hop off, hop off

Cause it's all about that mula, mula

Get your ass knocked off, knocked off

You don't wanna see us pull up, pull up

You don't wanna see us hop off, hop off

Cause it's all about that mula, mula

Thirty six pistols pop off, they pop off

All I need is a bike and a weapon, motherfuckin' legend

Compository sketchin', undistinguished from my brethren

We reppin' Old North Intersections in your section

One love, motherfuckers, any questions?

May we all bow for the cross, get our blessings

Far from a reverend, all heart when we revvin'

Vibrations from the stash spot is kept in

Hit the kill switch and exterior lights

Squeeze the clutch until we crept in

Blacked out ninja on the creep

I'ma wheelie out this bitch, it ain't safe up in the street

I'm down to die young, few in peace

But I'ma live it up, fuck a slut, bust a nut on white sheets

If Prez say hit 'em, I'ma hit 'em, hot stick 'em

Shots lick 'em, pop pop if the cops trippin'

Behind bars of a prison where I'm not sittin'

Out behind bars bangin' corners off, dippin' when we

Pull up, pull up

You don't wanna see us hop off, hop off

Cause it's all about that mula, mula

Get your ass knocked off, knocked off

You don't wanna see us pull up, pull up

You don't wanna see us hop off, hop off

Cause it's all about that mula, mula

Thirty six pistols pop off, they pop off

The feds wanna test my loyalty like a motherfuckin' spelling bee

But I still ain't tellin', G

I'm an outlaw livin' life to the fullest

Don't fuck with mine, I got that nine and I ain't scared to pull it

Finger on the trigger, on my mama, that's my word

Nobody move, nobody gets hurt

Ridin', drinkin', and chokin' on that herb

When I'm not poundin', I sit and spit vicious verbs

Got our own rules, fuck you and your standards

Fuck with a bro, leave your only child a bastard

Take your loot and turn this to a robbery

Smack your bitch cause your bitch don't mean shit to me

Break it down, smokin' Sunrocks in a dutch

Thunderhead is barkin' as I dump the clutch

You don't got it by now, still no clue?

Don't ever in your life fuck with the chosen few

You don't wanna see us pull up, pull up

You don't wanna see us hop off, hop off

Cause it's all about that mula, mula

Get your ass knocked off, knocked off

You don't wanna see us pull up, pull up

You don't wanna see us hop off, hop off

Cause it's all about that mula, mula

Thirty six pistols pop off, they pop off

And now introducin', look

I ain't the one to play them games

And you, you ain't nothin' but a lame

I bust lips like the way I split lanes

Evidently, ****, you lookin' for some fame

I'll make you famous, I'll hit you with the stainless

Put you on a John Doe list, now you're nameless

It's shameless how this old vato did ya

Put them thangs on you, now you're fruity and you're brainless

It's Big Kaz, but you already know

Every time I get out, they pull me back on the floor

This chosen few, little boy

Fifty-seven years in the ground, fuckboy

D-Roc, cuz, pass me the bat

I'ma bust this ****'s noodles cause he barkin' like a poodle

Pay homage to the oldest in the game

We a one percent club, you know our motherfuckin' name

Chosen few