For My People

Yeah, this one's for my people baby
Code Red, Mad Fred

There ain't nobody hot as us up in your spot
Moving through your city, tearing up your block
Now Louisville is in the house, it's 'bout to pop
The 502 is up in here, we 'bout to rock
And we can't be stopped

Give 'em something to bump
Give 'em something to pump
Give 'em something they can bang in they trunks
Give 'em some of that funk
Give 'em something to thump
Give 'em something they can bang in they trunks

Ayo, this is for my old heads plus my new schoolers
Rolling on something that's the size of two rulers
24 Inches with feet that keep running
Man, keep that cup down when you see police coming
This is for my people with expired tags
With no insurance warrants and you driving bad (swerving)
Side to side trying to hide your stash
Trying to survive the red and blue lights and badge

I said this is for my people who get kicked out of clubs
Picked out, stripped down, frisked down in cuffs
Bouncers are big clowns quick now to rush
Enough to make me pull my clips out and bust
Nigga this round's on us
This is for my people that sip Crown in cups then sit down and bust
My real live niggas pull licks now and hush
So throw your hands up if you gets down with us

To all my players and my ballers that's on top
And all my hustlers getting money don't you stop
And all my thugs that be holding down your block
Don't stop until you got the game on lock
To all my pimps that be riding in the drops
And all my honies in the club just make it pop
If you got it mama, shake up what you got
And don't stop until you got the game on lock
And you can't be stopped

This is for my lovely hottie hottie
Whenever two stop in
Me love it when they drop it low
When me voice my remedy
My niceness make them
Delivering it nice and slow
To all my players that be playing
And my ballers that be balling
Know we got to get that dough
And all my thugs that be thugging
And my hustlers keep hustling
'Til you got the game locked down

Now this is for my peoples at the club drinking Killian's Red
Who got drunk, now you still in the bed
With something killing your head
You can't lose so you probably just chill in the bed
Still confused who this girl in your bed
Don't know how you got her home, must've been something you said
Either your game was on point or she just wanted some bread
And if you don't remember, you on my level
Because my nights in the Ville hot as pots and kettles

To all my players and my ballers that's on top
And all my hustlers getting money don't you stop
And all my thugs that be holding down your block
Don't stop until you got the game on lock
To all my pimps that be riding in the drops
And all my honies in the club just make it pop
If you got it mama, shake up what you got
And don't stop until you got the game on lock
And you can't be stopped

Give 'em something to bump
Give 'em something to pump
Give 'em something they can bang in they trunk
Give 'em some of that funk
Give 'em something to thump
Give 'em something they can bang in they trunk

Louisville, doing big things
Watch Riot on the beat
Mad Fred, Code Red on the track
Giving y'all something to bump