Lyricist : Matthew Peter DeLuca/David DeShaun Reyes
Composer : Matthew Peter DeLuca/David DeShaun Reyes
[Intro: Lil Mabu]
Brow-bang, brow-bang
Bow, bow
Ah-ah-ah
Warning, New York City is currently on lockdown Ah, ah-ah-ah
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)
Ba-ba, bow
[Chorus: Lil Mabu]
Like, I'm done running laps
First one I see, he get turned to a pack (On bro, to a pack)
I'm like, "Get the **** back," 'cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap (Boo, ba-ba, bow)
Put the Jill on my jack
A beam to his back, say hello to my gat (To my gat)
Mabu, Mr. move tac, boom at your ass, leave a bullet, it thrash
[Verse 1: DD Osama & Lil Mabu]
Ayo 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
P-p-pull up on me, let's have a good time
I'm sly in the back of my head, I got eyes
[Verse 2: DD Osama & Lil Mabu]
Ayo Mabu, who's that? (Who that?)
**** it, throw a shot at his back
Up it, just me and my gat
He just got put in a pack, grah
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 (Bow, Bow)
Pass the cane, put a beam on a broom
Bitch when I up it (Bitch when I—), shakalaka-boom, like, grah
I be acting a fool, like, when it's just me and my tool ('Kay)
Mabu on my left and I stay on my right (Like?)
He like DD, "I know what to do"
[Interlude: DD Osama]
What the ****?
Nah, my heart
Yo, Mabu
Mabu, get the **** up, nigga
You gotta get the **** up
The ****, ahh (Evil Empire)
[Part 2]
[Verse 1: Lil Mabu & DD Osama]
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 (Get shot)
All the opps get shot
Like skidi-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Skrraa-pop (Skrraa), skraa-pop-pop (Bah, bah)
Like, chickiti, bang-bang-bang
Chickiti, bang-bang-bang
Chickiti, bang-bang-bang
No, the opps can't hang (They can't bang)
And I go insane, you can see my brain
When they yell my name, got unlimited range (Cuh, cuh, cuh)
Give me pipe, pass the beam
Quick, I'ma put on for my team (Bow, bow)
I think they all fell asleep
Quick, DD hit 'em with a scream (Hit em with a—)
Ahh, feel like the king of this shit, like, "Ahh"
In bed, with his bitch now I got her like, "Uah, uh-hoo"
She a crackhead (Boy, what the **** was that ?)
His bitch won't stop saying, "Ah, ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah"
[Chorus: Lil Mabu]
Like, I'm done running laps
First one I see, he get turned to a pack (Get back)
I'm like, "Get the **** back," 'cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap (Boo, ba-ba, bow)
Put the Jill on my jack
Beam to his back, say hello to my gat (Like?)
Mabu, Mr. move tac, boom at your ass, leave a bullet, it thrash
[Verse 2: DD Osama & Lil Mabu]
Now we back on that drill shit
Me and Mabu two deep, tryna kill shit (Grah)
Know the opps gonna feel this (Haha)
'Cause they real niggas without the realness
No, I can't say the last bar (Nah)
I think that it's time to give Mabu a black card
No, I don't got security with me, huh, but me and DD got some armed guards (Go, go)
On bro
[Chorus: Lil Mabu]
Like, I'm done running laps
First one I see, he get turned to a pack (Bow)
I'm like, "Get the **** back," 'cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap (Get back)
Put the Jill on my jack (Bang)
A beam to his back, say hello to my gat (Gang, gang, gang)
Mabu, Mr. move tac, boom at your ass, leave a bullet, it thrash (Gang, gang, gang)
