[Intro: Slimmy B]
N***a, uh, uh

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Throw a block party with this chop, get your block lit
Bitch, I got the key to the streets like a locksmith
Young boss n***a, only right I got a boss bitch
FN open up a sucka n***a like a mosh pit
All them SI's in your chain, them do not hit
White rose, about a hundred K, that's for my kit
Your bitch wanna give me head and drink my kids
I told her freaky ass open up like a mosh pit

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
They love a n***a everywhere I go 'cause I'm wavy
I'm four pockets full like that n***a Lil' Baby
My n***as got a real bad name 'cause they janky
I gave a n***a bitch back today and he thanked me
I'm copping Vlone like that shit Old Navy
These n***as really love me, but be acting like they hate me
Free my n***a Meech up out that cage, they tried to hang 'em
Rip Shied, I'ma pour a four for my baby
Amiri's on my ass cost a bag and I still sag
I'll make a bitch walk the blade 'til her heels bad
Lost my n***a to a sucka n***a and I'm still mad
Put this forty to a n***a dome, make 'em feel that
What the fuck is twenty bands? Bitch, I'm getting real cash
N***as smoking fake Runtz, bitch, I'm smoking real gas
Rapping 'bout a bag they never had, these n***as real cap
Ten bands with a Gleeky on me and that's real facts, bitch
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Throw a block party with this chop, get your block lit
Bitch, I got the key to the streets like a locksmith
Young boss n***a, only right I got a boss bitch
FN open up a sucka n***a like a mosh pit
All them SI's in your chain, them do not hit
White rose, about a hundred K, that's for my kit
Your bitch wanna give me head and drink my kids
I told her freaky ass open up like a mosh pit

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Twenty-two up in my clip, I cannot rock with nothing less than that
I just taxed a n***a for an eighth, he had a FM hat
Used to be my brother, times have changed, pussy, we deaded that
Just copped the Fanta for a buck and threw some meds in that
N***a, you ain't smoking Runtz, that ain't from LB
Shit you n***as smoking, joke is up, that shit is stale weed
Dumped the pole up at you sucka n***as, now they twelve feet
How the fuck you loyal to your squad? You on twelve teams
On the road with three Drakes in a Sprinter van
Finna turn a summer vacay into a winter land
I go by DaBoii but ask my city, bitch, I been a man
All this fish in the sea, who you reeling in?
And I'm the one who call the shots, I'm like the coach's son
His hand is out, I'm confused, I don't owe him none
Why would I let you hit my blunt when you ain't rolling none?
He don't wanna let his bitch choose, see, I'm the chosen one, bitch
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Throw a block party with this chop, get your block lit
Bitch, I got the key to the streets like a locksmith
Young boss n***a, only right I got a boss bitch
FN open up a sucka n***a like a mosh pit
All them SI's in your chain, them do not hit
White rose, about a hundred K, that's for my kit
Your bitch wanna give me head and drink my kids
I told her freaky ass open up like a mosh pit

[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
I was chilling at the house and got a call, they on some other shit
Opps just bent the block, guess they ain't know what they was up against
We don't never pull nothing less than chop than like a hundred clip
Three thirties on them Glocks 'cause we strapped up like we the government
We just tried to up score on a sucka, got his brother hit
N***as mixing fentanyl all in them Percs, I knew that wasn't legit
Just tore down a sucka n***a house, fucked up his mama rent
Where I'm from this thugging shit so common that it's common sense
And I turned to a demon when I told my uncle R.I.P.  
I told my young life kill, long as it's in the name of RBE
Them lil' n***as gon' step, say fuck the rest and lose it all for me
I had to lead my n***as to that bag before we all deceased
You gotta know this shit gets tricky, you against me or you with me?
Gotta bulletproof the trucks 'cause we most hated in the city
If them sucka n***as kill me, terrorize 'em 'til you with me
They say God forgive, then I hope he forgive them n***as with me, on the gang
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Throw a block party with this chop, get your block lit
Bitch, I got the key to the streets like a locksmith
Young boss n***a, only right I got a boss bitch
FN open up a sucka n***a like a mosh pit
All them SI's in your chain, them do not hit
White rose, about a hundred K, that's for my kit
Your bitch wanna give me head and drink my kids
I told her freaky ass open up like a mosh pit, bitch