(Intro – Kidd Kidd & Young Buck)
Glock check, AK check
Sawed off shotgun, check
You know I’m saying we got all that s**t
G-Unit ni**a we cominb through there ni**a know that
F**k you mean?
Yellow tape that bi**h out ni**a, you know what’s up boy
(Verse – Kidd Kidd & Young Buck)
I ain’t that famous, I could still murk something
I still I hurt something, I still got the work coming
Hard headed ain’t learned nothing but drug money
Blue bandanas with a pocket full of blood money
Load the shells with my shirt to keep the prints off em
Go get a rental, put in work, and take the tits off her
Ni**a do your dirt and still riding clean
Big .45 stuffed inside these designer jeans
Called Buck, I need a verse that’s an M16
F**k you mean? How you want it? With the red beam?
From Cashville to New Orleans boy we all through there
Ay Kidd, you know I’m coming through, don’t give a f**k who there
(Outro – Kidd Kidd & Young Buck)
Just call me when you need me ni**a you know I’m coming through there
You ain’t gotta wait to see me ni**a, you know I’m coming through there
Just call me when you need me ni**a you know I’m coming through there
You ain’t gotta wait to see me ni**a, you know I’m coming through there
