[Intro]
RBE, SOB that's the gang bitch
Aye, yeah, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Yhung T.O]
First things, first, shooter wit' me and he clutchin'
Air this bitch out, ain't got time for discussions
Switch whips then go chill wit' my bitch like it's nothin'
But you would never know when you fuckin' wit' them suckas
Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey
She tell me that she love me that's a mothafuckin' shame
Buffs on my face cost a mothafuckin' Range
But you don't gotta pay it when you snatch 'em from a lame

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O]
Can someone please tell me why they hate us so bad?
Why these n***as so mad?
Probably 'cause yo bitch want an SOB n***a
'Cause she tired of yo ass
And I'm still wit' the same n***as I was raised wit'
'Strictly Only Brothers', we be strictly on some gang shit
And that's why, bitch I'm too anti
I can't trust these hoes, so don't ask me why can I
'Cause she only want a n***a 'cause I'm on n***a
Can somebody please tell me if I'm wrong n***a
Buffed up like a strong n***a
12 years old was bustin' moves like a grown n***a
You got the right n***a, but the wrong n***a
Feds on the line, girl I can't be on the phone wit' ya
If you ain't a loyal bitch, can't get along wit' ya
If you a broke n***a, I can't smoke no strong wit' ya
[Verse 2: Daboii]
I don't send 'good morin' texts', I'm the n***a who receive 'em (I receive 'em)
These hoes ain't shit, I'ma dog 'em and I leave 'em (Fuck that bitch)
Cut a bitch off, you the n***a tryna keep 'em
Prescription through the buffs, fuck n***as I don't see 'em (Bitch I'm buffed up)
Aye, and what these lil' n***as mad fo'? (What you mad for?)
How they feelin' froggy but ain't leap? Must be tadpoles (Nerd n***a)
Keep a big clip, this bitch longer than a afro (Big gun)
I'm married to that cash, fuck a bitch, I'm a asshole (Give a fuck)
Black n***a wit' the Mac like Bernie (Like Bernie)
Bro got the .30, he'll shoot like Curry (Like Curry)
Tints on the buffs, mothafuckas get blurry (Get blurry)
And n***as talkin' down, 'LOL', I ain't worried (Ain't worried)
If it ain't money I ain't pickin' up my telephone (I ain't pickin' up)
And how these n***as real? They get to runnin' 'round and tellin' hoes (Nerd N***a)
White frames see through fake like a telescope
These bullets comin' to a n***a live like it's Periscope, gang

[Chorus: Yhung T.O]
First things, first, shooter wit' me and he clutchin'
Air this bitch out, ain't got time for discussions
Switch whips then go chill wit' my bitch like it's nothin'
But you would never know when you fuckin' wit' them suckas
Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey
She tell me that she love me, that's a mothafuckin' shame
Buffs on my face cost a mothafuckin' Range
But you don't gotta pay it when you snatch 'em from a lame
[Verse 3: Slimmy B]
George got the chop, make you lean like a bo' sippa
T.O got the stock 20, five shots fo' four n***as
Knew what these streets was when a n***a dove in 'em
See you broke hoes a mile away, I got ho vision
Quit shootin' at the ground, tryna have a n***a toe missin'
I'm up top wit' it, tryna have a n***a dome missin'
If yo bitch slide, she give all head, no kissin'
Thinkin' I'ma cuff, LOL, bro this ho trippin'
Pause bitch, I'ma mothafuckin' dog bitch
And I stay strapped like I never go in raw bitch
Y'all can have a million guns, still ain't gon' spark shit
Gang full of demons, ain't no n***a finna cross shit
Bro's turned to fake n***as, swear I hate snake n***as
Seen true colors, so this .40 have to paint n***as
7.62's for you suckas and who hang wit' 'em
SOB bitch, if I'm fuckin' then the gang hittin'

[Chorus: Yhung T.O]
First things, first, shooter wit' me and he clutchin'
Air this bitch out, ain't got time for discussions
Switch whips then go chill wit' my bitch like it's nothin'
But you would never know when you fuckin' wit' them suckas
Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey
She tell me that she love me, that's a mothafuckin' shame
Buffs on my face cost a mothafuckin' Range
But you don't gotta pay it when you snatch 'em from a lame