Lyrics:

[Young Chris] We here to make sure these Niggas take heat and remember That we bout it, bout our business Like P and da limit Got some bout it, bout it bi***es that fiend for the Niggas use to flee me for Them niggas now C all up in It hit it when i want to No matter how u treat How much you flee'em You can get it when you want to You dont have to eat'em Jus d***'em down right Never speak on Never play us You dont like Get a flagrant for that f*** You hatin for that dude jus Playin his part she datin boy Down at them clubs She jus had to go Young gunnas from State P had to show Should of seen The people shakin and movin And movin and grovin But gunna was coolin Long as i had my tool in Girlies was choosin Everybody else actin foolish Over there actin stupid Come over here and we shootin [Hook:] If you at the bar buyin drinks Holla (whoop whoop) V.I.P full of stinly stink say (whoop whoop) If you creepin with his wife Holla (whoop whoop) Like, like Lets do it If there's 23s on da whill Holla(whoop whoop) Young Gunnas bangin thourgh Your speakers say (whoop whoop) If you cheatin on your man Holla (whoop whoop) [Young Neef] Dont tell'em notnin These niggas aint bout nothin They look here With them fake stares We gon get the cuttin You know theres frontin girlies All up in da place Plus they probly mad bi***es all in our Face 4-5th on da hip And da buddas to 8 These niggas wanna trip Then we give these Niggas a taste Dont shoot at cars And wont shoot from f