Rich Gang
D-Roc, D-Roc, D-Roc

Say one dead (one dead)
Two dead (two dead)
Just 'cause they was trippin' off that D'Usse
Little did they know I had an Uzi
Shouldn't have let them hoes introduce me

One day I was hustlin', makin' money
Nigga caught me slippin' on that one way
Point blank range, yeah, they let go 'bout a hundred
So I couldn't run, I had to hop out and start bussin'
Magnolia baby, I'm with all of that street shit that they talk 'bout
I walk down so close like twelve, I'm tryna hear they heart pound
These nigga can't sell no dope 'less I say so, my word be locked 'round
I am smokin' out the pound with the Magnolia landlord
Nineteen, rain, dropped a hundred grand large
All this fuckin' pain, bitch, I had to go hard
All that sneak dissin' you gon' have to come across me
And I can't wait until that day we go to war

Say one dead (one dead)
Two dead (two dead)
Just 'cause they was trippin' off that D'Usse
Little did they know I had an Uzi
Shouldn't have let them hoes introduce me

One day on my block we was out there with them sticks
Made a move, tryna spin, red light, I got hit
Had to change, took my time, I figured out
Forever spit that real, I hold it down for my squad
Largest in the game, never let a nigga cross you
One wrong move in the 'Nolia, it'll cost you
Hot Boy shit, nigga, been fuckin' with Juvie
My shottas like the movie, ready or not like Fugees
I come through (get 'em) Dickie on, hoodie up
Glock get loose (woo), niggas muggin', niggas trippin'
What you wanna do? (what you wanna do?)
One dead, two dead, run them bands up
Shit get scary when we load the fuckin' vans up

Say one dead (one dead)
Two dead (two dead)
Just 'cause they was trippin' off that D'Usse
Little did they know I had an Uzi
Shouldn't have let them hoes introduce me

I felt like crazy when I first got my chopper
That was 'round time, them niggas first killed my partner
Cash Money shit, I'm jumpin' off the helicopter
Birdman, shit, got fifty birds on an island
Graveyard shift, I'm politicin' with the pilot
Pound touch down, quarter million for the profit
VVS my pendants, put baguettes in all my watches
You trippin' on the D'Usse, GTV, we on the vodka
And Nino want some smoke, I want some problems
Chopper city, baby, fell in love with them choppers
T-boyz and resellin', in love with them Pradas
Still feel the adrenaline, catchin' my first body
On Tuesdays and Thursdays the task force ridin'

Say one dead (one dead)
Two dead (two dead)
Just 'cause they was trippin' off that D'Usse
Little did they know I had an Uzi
Shouldn't have let them hoes introduce me

Say one dead (one dead)
Two dead (two dead)
Just 'cause they was trippin' off that D'Usse
Little did they know I had an Uzi
Shouldn't have let them hoes introduce me

Mm, mm, I'ma cash cow
Shoot you and your family first before I put that bag down
You was tellin' folks you was gon' kill me, you a fan now
I ain't really with the talkin' shit, it's gon' be man down (boom)
I just hit a milestone
Sold a lot of Styrofoam but it ain't what I'm ridin' on
I put on a motherfuckin' show so get your popcorn
Used to be on food stamps, fuck around and put the block on
Fuck around and put your pops on
When you in my hood, nigga, you up in the drop zone
Y'all think I'm trippin' off that testosterone
I kill 'em all and play opossum

Say one dead (one dead)
Two dead (two dead)
Just 'cause they was trippin' off that D'Usse
Little did they know I had an Uzi
Shouldn't have let them hoes introduce me

Birdman and Nino
Juvenile and Nino, nigga
Stunna and Juvie (Rich Gang)
Shoulda been happened

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Daniel Lebrun, Ramy Mahmoud, Sven Rafael Steenburgen, Terius Gray