can you hang

*(Ager Man talking)*

Sacramento loc, all the way to Fresno n***a

It's Ager Man, Lunasicc, an k**a Tay

Top dolla b**h. We get paid ho

Verse 1 *(Lunasicc)*

Uh, prepare to bow down when I hit yo sh**, danger

Multipule rounds when the caliber spit

Like my folks BO I mash on tracks to get the paper

Money by the ton stack the loot as high as a skyscraper

I'm makin moves, doin you fools wit the tech

When it all goes down these AWOL n***as get respect

Yo threats don't mean sh** everythangs on a b**h

Twins on a BM-dub O, AMG chrome kit

I rush up in yo face, no doubt I bring the pain

Unstoppable when I drop my load get smacked like a run away train

I do kick it wit real n***as from Sac-Town, thought you knew

Like my folks Yuk, I blast on fools so I

Dish the body smash off wit my posse bangin the curb

Young phsyco wit the ghetto bible I'm bringin the word

Sicc, Tay, an Ager Man out to do big thangs

Top dollaz y'all, now mutha f**a can you hang??!!

Chorus *(Lunasicc)* x2

Top dollaz, n***a can you hang wit my team??

We got the plug, on everythang that you need

Money, cars, d**, hoes, (each is repeated)

Label me a drug deala fo skrill that's the way it goes

Verse 2 *(Ager Man)*

I got yo punk a** yellin.... AHHH!!

Wit a phat a** strap in yo mouth, the gat in yo mouth

Got you swallowin crack in yo mouth

Pistol whippin to knock yo punk a** out

An go fo tha scratch in yo house

That's why I never keeps stacks in my house

Back at that a** point blank range

None of you mutha f**in b**hes wanna cross this game

I hear you bumpin that Krazy sh**

Tired of the pain, I f** wit a**a**ins

k**az that'll blow out yo f**in brains

Eastside til I die, I'm hittin on the gas

Sumpthin fo that a** ho, sumpthin fo that a**

Heaters under the two seater Benzo wit tinted gla**

9 millimeter on my lap, sh** some puff I'm ready to blast

Full of traps, hopin that my gun don't get smoked

If I go broke, he bring me back

I'm deep in this game of sellin dope

These n***as out here be strapped

This n***a right here be strapped wit a mini

Open fire on yo b**h a**, tough love that I'm sendin

Test the testicals, serve the team an I'm grippin

The ho from Oakland to Lick Mode

Wit a four-four, searchin til the day I go all out fo the cash

An be out like nuthin, ever happened, I'm smashin

On the gas it's murder sh**, this goes further than rappin

Dealt wit the jackin, empty yo pockets time to pay yo turf taxes

After the blastin if you n***as get to flashin

We puttin hot ones in yo a**es

3 Times fo you mutha f**in n***as

Doin it to you in yo ear, say what I can wit a can of beer

Top dollaz, when the double O block

An the four-four stop, when a n***a pop, cowards

It's Ager Man, an Lunasicc surrounded by money an power

You know, you know, you know, it goes down, uh game

*(chorus)* x2

Verse 3 *(k**a Tay)*

Got the mic I'm gettin freaky like a demon Nina

Millimeter my weapon when I'm steppin through yo section

Strictly fo protection

Wreckin, checkin, disrespectin n***as bigga than me

Stoppin yo family, plot yo d**h like Brandon Lee

Million dolla Mobb hits, Mobb sh**, bustaz all die

Wipe the b**h made g's off the mack strap when I ride

High, power f** a coward

Top dollaz cuz I'm bout it

While you hatin I be celebratin, elevatin my mind

Off that bomb green, no visine, eyes red like blood clots

Get off in that a** like buckshots

Pockets phat like Chubb Rock

Shiney gold medalins no more freestylin

It's all about these pay styles

Gotta get mine, now we ballin big time

Still throwin them clips down from the Bay down to South Central

Bout my riches, dodgin b**hes like a base half rental

No reason fo squeezin the trigga

These n***as is goners, insane fo the skrilla

I'm a k**a, realer than real

Bringin em pain, all off in the game, top dollaz, uh

*(chorus)* x3

Money (money)

Cars (cars)

Drugs (d**)

Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes... n***a. x2