500 Wayz Lyrics - Young Lo

[Verse 1: Chris Brown] 

Niggas wanna bang in the squad, don't wanna put the work in 

Say you want my money, scared of fame, better murder then 

See the chopper, bullets too big, you can see the doctor surgery 

Mask, can't identify the burglaries 

But we know you givin' up the confidential information 

Say you got the cheese, you a rat, that's a perfect fit 

Niggas wanna hate on a slick money makin' mitch 

Love takin' pussy niggas hoes and givie 'em the D 

OHB, it ain't nothin' for me to buy a bitch 

Real paper, I ain't never gotta lie to bitches 

Even niggas with them killers know my ma religious 

All my bitches lickin' pussy with good intentions 

Roll the dice, yeah 3, they my fuckin' triplets 

I ain't fuckin' with them lame hoes that look suspicious 

But I'm fuckin' with the main hoe that look delicious 

Nigga, they get sticky sticky, give that bitch the business 

[Hook: Chris Brown] 

Rollin' up the bud, yeah that bitch a dog 

Yeah, we know the plug, smokin' all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club 

Killin' all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up 

All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks 

Who got the bud? Who givin' it up? 

Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up 

Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dog 

Fuckin' with the plug, goin' up, we gon' fuck the party up 

[Verse 2: Young Blacc] 

I'm turnt up and they know that, poked up like Funk Flex 

45 in that 12 back and I'm posted up in that 4 hat 

See this nigga, this gold rap, kill a nigga then go rap 

Talkin' 'bout that Draco, one phone call, that's a snatch 

Give it to a nigga if you really want it 

Bitch coppin' and appeals, hit me in the mornin' 

Ha, a nigga lyin' by theyself 

I'm talkin' 'bout niggas who killin', dyin' by theyself 

You say we from the same hood, well I see your hat 

And I ain't never seen movin' in a hoover hat 

Ha, switchin' sides, you confused 'cause I'm famous 

We all OG nigga, tell me what his name is 

Get your weight up lil nigga, I'm pushin' 4 place 

It's still puttin' big drugs on the interstate 

No name, that's knock out, pea brains wanna Glock out 

Niggas need a pass the light niggas, this my house 

[Hook: Chris Brown] 

Rollin' up the bud, yeah that bitch a dog 

Yeah, we know the plug, smokin' all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club 

Killin' all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up 

All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks 

Who got the bud? Who givin' it up? 

Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up 

Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dog 

Fuckin' with the plug, goin' up, we gon' fuck the party up 

[Verse 3: Young Lo] 

Yeah, my whole team supreme, grew up in the crack 80's 

Still got the plug on it, get your 4 in the baby 

Out the mud, bustin' drugs with my nigga Hoody Baby 

Drop the ice in the pot, now it's back to back 'cedes 

See I'm all about the check, still reppin' Tex 

Still rep the sex, mile high, smoke Luigi on the jet 

50 in these Balmains, this a young'n from the lanes 

Yeah, I'm geeked up, mixin' up the mollys with the Xans 

And I'm stingy with the Act, keep the red from my bitches 

We gon' pop a half a Perc, I'm on that, even on a Skittle 

And the tongue gon' work, play that pussy like a fiddle 

Bet you I can make you squirt, have your face all in the pillow 

[Hook: Chris Brown] 

Rollin' up the bud, yeah that bitch a dog 

Yeah, we know the plug, smokin' all the drugs, 'bout to buy the club 

Killin' all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up 

All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks 

Who got the bud? Who givin' it up? 

Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up 

Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dog 

Fuckin' with the plug, goin' up, we gon' fuck the party up