[Intro: DJ Durel]
Mango Foo!
It’s your time, n*gga!
We got these folks Ear Hustling
YRN the Label!
‘Finna f*ck the streets up
Show these n*ggas what the f*ck goin’ on!
[Hook: Mango Foo]
My n*ggas got bricks and extendos whenever you come to the trap
Make sure you never pull up at the front; you gon’ come to the back
You better have all of my money; you better pull up with that sack
Make the wrong move, think it’s a lick, then you get your ass whacked
Trap house full of killers, whole lot of drug dealers
I put my n*ggas on missions, drop the sack on your head, they come and get it
Trap house full of workers, we got red and the purple
Popping the seal and we pour a four; all of my n*ggas on go!
[Verse 1: Mango Foo]
Pull up to the trap in a bumblebee
We selling pills like a pharmacy
Just make sure you move real humbly
All of my n*ggas chase currency
YRN the label, know that you heard of me
Red bottoms on my feet, dripping on murder scene
Thirty-three birds in the trunk - Scottie Pippen
Come up short on money, leave you missing
No [?] the kitchen full on naked b*tches
Smith and Wesson on my hip, Jada Pinkett
You want to work in the bando, work your wrist
If he ain’t got a strap then he a lick
Dope on my Louboutin, I bust a brick
Maserati got a nitro kick
These n*ggas be screaming, they with the sh*t
This 44 bulldog but like a Pit
[Hook: Mango Foo]
My n*ggas got bricks and extendos whenever you come to the trap
Make sure you never pull up at the front; you gon’ come to the back
You better have all of my money; you better pull up with that sack
Make the wrong move, think it’s a lick, then you get your ass whacked
Trap house full of killers, whole lot of drug dealers
I put my n*ggas on missions, drop the sack on your head, they come and get it
Trap house full of workers, we got red and the purple
Popping the seal and we pour a four; all of my n*ggas on go!
[Verse 2: Mango Foo]
I hit the block like Katrina
I’m at your door no subpoena
My old-head be trapping, selling off a beeper
My neck is real sick and my wrist got the measles
We sipping on Actavis; you drinking Karo
Popped a Percocet, I’m geeked up like Fabo
My soldiers in the field, shooting, no Halo
My b*tch a redbone, I call her J-Lo
If you make a move you better be bout it
My n*ggas whip up the white but no Roddy
My n*ggas got bodies, Free Bobby, Free Rowdy
My plug pull up with the work, I need a trolley
Jumping out the top like Scotty 2 Hotty
My n*ggas got M’s, I ain’t talking Molly
I’m in the front seat and I got the shotty
You n*ggas might just get buried like Halle
[Hook: Mango Foo]
My n*ggas got bricks and extendos whenever you come to the trap
Make sure you never pull up at the front; you gon’ come to the back
You better have all of my money; you better pull up with that sack
Make the wrong move, think it’s a lick, then you get your ass whacked
Trap house full of killers, whole lot of drug dealers
I put my n*ggas on missions, drop the sack on your head, they come and get it
Trap house full of workers, we got red and the purple
Popping the seal and we pour a four; all of my n*ggas on go!