Ah, Ah, Ah Warning, New York City is currently on lockdown Every opp will get shot (Young Genius bitch), this is not a drill Ah ah ah, YGA, YGA Ah ah ah, grah, YGA Who that, who that? (YGA)Like I'm done running laps First one I see, he get turned to a pack (On bro) I'm like Get the fuck back cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap Put the Jill on my Jack Beam to his back, say hello to my gat Mabu, Mr move tact, beam on your ass, leave a bulleted rashAyo Mabu, throw five I throw 10 I start feelin' alive Yeah I'ma star, clutching on this 9 DD better pull out when I ride You know I'ma slide, Lil' DD arrived Tryna shoot a nigga in his eye Pull up on me, let's have a good time I'm sly in the back of my head, I got eyesAyo Mabu, who's that? Fuck it, throw a shot at his back Up it, just me and my gat He just got put in a pack And when the smoke fly high It goes to Heaven not Hell So the opps breath it in, getting high Not knowing they smoking themselves Mabu go kuu with the deuce I think the screws in my head a little loose, like (Baow, Baow) Pass the cane, put a beam on a broom Bitch when I up it, shakalakaboom, like, grah I be acting a fool, like, when it's just me and my tool Mabu on my left and I stay on my right He like DD: I know what to doWhat the fuck? Nah, my heart Yo, Mabu Mabu, get the fuck up, nigga You gotta get the fuck up The fuck, ah (Evil Empire)Drop, (bow), drop (bow), drop (bow), make the opps drop Mop (bow), mop (bow), mop (bow), mop the dead opps Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot All the opps get shot Like skidipopopopopop Skrraaa, skrbaapopop Like, Chickiti bang, bang, bang Chickiti bang, bang, bang Chickiti bang, bang, bang No the opps can't hangAnd I go insane, you can see my brain When they yell my name, got unlimited range Give me pipe, pass the beam Quick, I'ma put on for my team Think they all fell asleep Quick, DD hit 'em with a scream (Hit em with a- Ah!) Feel like the king of this shit, like (Ah!) In bed with his bitch, now I got him like (Ah) (She a crackhead) His bitch won't stop saying (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!)Like I'm done running laps First one I see, he get turned to a pack (On bro) I'm like Get the fuck back cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap Put the Jill on my Jack Beam to his back, say hello to my gat Mabu, Mr move tact, beam on your ass, leave a bulleted rashNow we back on that drill shit Me and Mabu two deep, tryna kill shit Know the opps gonna feel this Cause they real niggas without the realness No, I can't say the last bar I think that it's time to give Mabu a black card No I don't got security with me But me and DD got some armed guardsLike I'm done running laps First one I see, he get turned to a pack (On bro) I'm like Get the fuck back cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap Put the Jill on my Jack Beam to his back, say hello to my gat Mabu, Mr move tact, beam on your ass, leave a bulleted rash
