Starting Lineup lyrics

[Intro]
(Brrt, brrt, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em)

[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc]
Bad b*tch, she gon' do whatever I tell her (Aye)
Let this pistol sing on anybody, a cappella
I heard it's getting cold, I copped the heat, my type of weather (I copped the pole)
If I'm in the city bopping for a chink, I'm bopping Teslas (We bipping loads)
Police on our ass, tuck game stupid, where the weapon? (They can't find)
I got Louies on but my brother Gucci stepping
I been in this sh*t since a youngin, who you telling? (Aye)
Posted with some 12_7 shottas yelling Seven (Gang)

[Verse 2: KeepItPeezy]
Don't call my phone if you ain't talking 'bout no cash sh*t
Took a pic and shot in Neiman's but ain't grab sh*t (Broke b*tch)
Feds caught the box 'cause you ain't know it had a [?] (Rookie)
b*tch, don't call my phone, leave me lone, hoe, I'm trapping
Hit for hella—uh, and we tucked it in the attic
I can't f*ck with n*ggas, seen a solid turn plastic
b*tch, I'm KeepItPeezy aka Mr. Make It Happen (Mr. Make It Happen)
Caught him at the station then we chased him into traffic (Oh yeah)
Boys hit the lights, bang a right and throw the ratchet (Throw the ratchet)

[Verse 3: Young Slo-Be & MBNel]
Aye, aye, n*gga, throw the ratchet
Aye, see a sucker, let him have it, aye
I'm like oowee, damn, ain't this 'bout a b*tch? (Set)
Watch how I pick him up from his spot like he was getting Lyft
How this n*gga 'round sharks when he just a fish?
Before I tell on a n*gga I'd rather plead the Fifth
Aye, aye, 21 the code
Got a couple units to move, ain't talking records sold (Set)
Gotta call my plug up, he f*cked up my load (Aye)
'Cause they treat me like god, I'ma start snatching souls
[Verse 4: MBNel]
Aye, I'm busting out this [?], I need a water, boy (I need a [?], boy)
First team pick, I'm in the field, you just a water boy (You just a water boy)
Knock it off, you not him, you ain't shot a boy (n*gga, knock it off)
Nah, these ain't Jordans, this designer, Balenciagas, boy (Balenciagas, boy)
Limo tinted low, they ain't driving by, cuz hopping out
Better ask around, last sucker died in front of his mama house (On my mama)
Damn, popped too many pills, boy, I'm blacking out (I can't see nothing)
Caught a sucker loafing but we was loafing so we packed him out (Aye)

[Verse 5: EBK Young Joc]
Aye, and you know how we be bumming (b*tch)
Pistols get to aiming, waving, n*ggas get to running
That drum gon' get to banging, singing, sounding like this humming
Pipe down for what though? My n*ggas go for nothing (n*gga)
Lights out, we cutthroat, lil bro gon' drop the hundred
Selling cookie pack on whatever, you know I'm plugging (You know I got it)
Rerock the rock, knock busting or block jumping (Block jumping)
Rerock the rock, knock busting or block jumping (Block jumping)

[Verse 6: KeepItPeezy]
I can't let it go, b*tch, I'm still tripping (b*tch, I'm still tripping)
Cutting n*ggas off, I got the gang for this meal ticket
Why you going half with the b*tch? That ain't real pimping (That ain't real pimping)
I lost my brother to the system, that sh*t really hurt (Free Lash)
'Fore I love another b*tch I need a milli first
I can't get up out the streets, I think I'm really cursed (Think I'm really cursed)
Pop a Perc and watch me act out (Watch me act out)
Can't let Junior drive the load, bro, he smacked out
[Verse 7: Young Slo-Be]
(Aye, aye)
[?]
She finna get this rental for me, we driving to Kansas State
We got over ten Ps, that's a lot of weight (Damn)
I had to get my reup, sorry for the weight (Set)
Aye, aye, it's EveryBody Killa (Gang)
Stop tryna break sh*t, you is not a driller
If I alley-oop it to Trey, he gon' kill n*ggas
b*tch, I'm posted in the Seven with my real n*ggas

[Verse 8: MBNel]
Aye, n*ggas say they real but I don't feel n*ggas (I don't feel n*ggas)
AK all black, banana clip, watch it peel n*ggas (Banana clip, n*gga)
b*tch, we got them clips, f*ck around and make a reel, n*gga (Make a movie, n*gga)
I touched my first fifty before I ever signed a deal, n*gga, aye (On my mama)
Designer out of Neiman's, my sh*t mixmatched (My sh*t mixmatched)
b*tch, get out my face, your sh*t stink, need a Tic Tac
Call that nickel Jackie Chan, aye, it got that kickback
Hop up out this load and split 'em in half just like a KIT KAT, n*gga