Salute lyrics

[Intro: Billy Danze]
Uh!
Uh! (Uh!)
M.O.P. in the house, kid
BLAOW! (BLAOW!)
Youknowhatimsayin, check this out
Lil Fame's a trigga n*gga
Billy Danze a trigga n*gga
Aight? Keepin it real
Brownsville still n*gga

[Lil Fame]
Lil Fame, a young ass n*gga wit talent
Thug that move silent, but still remain violent
The Brownsville slugger take the M-1 it's truth
General of this hit game, clack-clack, salute!

[Billy Danze]
Billy Danze, index finger exerciser
Bell ringer, gun slinger, survivor
Raise your right and I'll blaze the living proof
The Godfather to truth, clack-clack, salute!

[Lil Fame]
Since we came here we got to show and prove
The M.O.P. is rugged neva smoove
We tearin this sh*t down just like construction
Flip like kilos, with this Primo production
[Billy Danze]
No doubt, hit 'em wit that hilltop flavor
Hardcore n*ggas on your doorstep neighbor
And this year, here, n*ggas can't compare
Spectators hate us cuz we're f*ckin with Premier

[Lil Fame]
Fillin 'em up wit raps in fact they can't get wit
A code red, the dope sh*t, got you n*ggas addicted
Mr. Danzini and the Fame stayin true to this game
Since you nice was that hip hop gangsta
(M.O.P.) guaranteed to keep bringin' this dopeness
For the real thugs and ghetto n*ggas slingin toasters
On all coastses, north to south, east to west
Got high clientele for sh*t you least expect

[Billy Danze]
M.O.P. from the hill kid (What you tryna tell me)
Still grippin mo' steel than Machine Gun Kelly
I mention, and flinching, and waitin for you to duck the gate
And sellin sh*t that I won't tolerate
WASSUP?! My whole team's in the house
The gat is 1-5-4-5, not .45's in your f*cking mouth
(Same ones) Burner on blaze
f*ck a memory, you'll remember me for bustin' my thang!