Hit Quality Control & YRN Murk

[Intro]
808 Mafia
Zone six nigga, Pyrex whipper (Pyrex)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Pull up an' pow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Let that shit loose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
AKs, SKs, three fifty-sevens, I know you don't wanna play (Yeah)
Good dope in my trap
We hit it one time and gon' lock up your rib cage (bitch)
Beat a nigga, Quinton Rampage (Beat 'em up)
Black gloves when I grip the K (Black gloves)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you hear them gunshots?
They go off like every day (Pow)
Give your bitch sexual healin' like Marvin Gaye (Sexual)
Drop your six inside a tropical, minute made
Beat on my chest like I'm Willie B
(Beat on my chest like I'm Willie B)
These niggas my little mini-mes
Take your bitch out to eat we go to Busy Bee (Come here)
That chopper headshot, we don't aim at knees
Shit bad, he got a stomach disease
What you say? I cannot hear you
God keep me company so I don't fear you (God)
I got that antidote I will not cure you
Balenciaga bubble jacket, it's cold (Balenciaga)
But he a lab rat, he sniff up his nose
Cole promised we gon' shoot up with poles
You get ten feet next to me, you gon' get froze
I flew to Egypt and I flew back with gold (John Wick)