We keep it lit up in this motherfucker
Bricks up in this motherfucker
We rich up in this motherfucker
Extra clips up in this motherfucker
The flocks in this bitch
Gumbo Pox in this bitch
Culinary spoons in this bitch
Triple beans in this bitch
We take this *** serious
Don't you get it mistaken
Patent is our livelihood
Our real occupation
Sweating in the kitchen
With the bulletproof apron
Ripping on the Yola
Eight or nine over
Give or take it
In the wee hours
Shotgun hours
During this two to four hour run
We sell hair oil
Outnumber the cops
Me and my game
Chomp
Chomp
Chomp
Pops are fresh out the box
Fresh off the box
Fresh off the train
Fresh off the train
Private property
Private property
Me and my man
Me and my man
Go in the mountains
And practice shooting
Shooting
We train like the MMA
In case we got enough
Enough
Go in the garage
And put on the gloves
Bitch
Birds in the back room
That don't know how to fly
Fly
Fly
We got the stove on high
High
High
We got the stove on high
High
Birds in the back room
That don't know how to fly
Fly
Fly
We got the stove on high
We got the snowball high, high We got the snowball high, high
We got the snowball high, high We got the snowball high, high
This a million dollar spot Bitch, listen here
Twenty-thou hour a week That's a million a year
We with that action round here Seven point six twos
We call it good action Knock you about your shoes
No forensics or clues Texas was sure fused
Get rid of our threats And throw barbecues
We read the raw report Forbes in the DuPont Registry
With the latest gadgets Cars, homes, and jewelry
No foolery We'll play the game for bread and meat
If we don't grit, then we don't eat
Airtight vacuum seal Pimp no leak
Red out of dope Go green and sell broccoli
Birds in the back room that don't know how to fly
We got the snowball high, high We got the snowball high
Birds in the back room that don't know how to fly
We got the snowball high, high We got the snowball high
We got the snowball high, high We got the snowball high
We got the snowball high, high
Bitches and bitches, whips on sixes, cars
Handling business, neighborhood superstars
No snitches, no witness, nigga, this block is ours
Ride our fences, windows and doors and bars
Sidewalk memorial We pray and we mourn
Every time we lose one, another one squirms
Look out for them boys, watch out for the feds
They got new technology, gotta stay three steps ahead
They can see through walls with radio waves not infrared
The Xavier 800 is now nationwide spread
Sometimes we look broke, so it won't seem so obvious
Even though they know we push code
Don't wanna attract a audience
When it come to the YOLA game, man, don't play
If you gon' do it, don't half-step, go all the way
Is it worth it? I don't know, my nigga, I can't say
You can live here for six years, but if they get you, it's all day
Birds in the back room that don't know how to fly
We got the snowball high, high
We got the snowball high
Birds in the back room that don't know how to fly
We got the snowball high, high
We got the snowball high, high
We got the snowball high, high
We got the snowball high
Snow, snow, snow, snow going high
Snow, snow, snow, snow going high
Snow, snow, snow, snow going high
Snow, snow, snow, snow going high