[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
If it was a problem, we ain't heard about it, so we ain't worried 'bout it
If you with the shit then why you actin' like a nerd about it?
Another loss for the opps, I ain't heard about it
You n***as never touchin' money, we ain't heard about it

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Ridin' in that Porsche body, tucked with them huns on me
No ones me, guns on me, bitch these funds on me
Baby throw that ass back, tote this gun for me
Shout out to the real bitches who got love for me
I been spendin' big money, legendary, big money
Ten bands choosin' fee, bitch can't get shit from me
Runnin' up that bag, GF4 with the grip on it
Been for the Glock, I don't want it 'less the stick on it, trip
I can't trust n***as, they be snitchin'
We statin' all facts, you n***as lying for attention
I been paranoid so I'm ridin' with extensions
Rounds for the opps, keep the stocks for the witness

[Verse 2: BandGang Paid Will]
Run the streets every day and pray I make it home
Hope your ass be prepared when the pressure on
I was just with my n***a, now my n***a gone
I was just in the trap, now I'm on the road
Baggin' up, daily routine, n***a that's a must
Good with them numbers but a lot of shit ain't addin' up
I been in my bag n***a, you might catch me actin' up
Thought he had a lick 'til that draco had him backin' up
I'm the one, run that whole hood, better ask around
Locked in with some real n***as, no matter the town
I'm in too deep, you n***as probably would drown
Way past broke, poor bitch, look at a n***a now, ayy
[Verse 3: ?]
Need it for the right price, I tapped in with the plug
She say I'm always actin' funny when I'm off them drugs
Tutu Gang, that shit forever, bro it's on the love
Stompin' on they necks about these checks, n***as catchin' slugs
N***as actin' like it's war, this ain't what they want
Nerds in they section poppin' off, yeah that's what they don't
If it's funk then say it's funk 'cause I'ma bring it on
Big K, fifty round drum to take a n***a's soul

[Verse 4: ShredGang Mone]
We came from snatchin' n***as' chains to runnin' they pockets
Shootin' with them trick dice, now we ridin' with rockets
Fuckin' up all the club then rob it for watches
Now we killin' pussy n***as, don't get out of pocket
I'll shoot your bitch ass so don't play with me
Ain't no pussy n***as or no snitches on this agency
Disrespect my n***a Dot's name then you gon' lay with him
Big backwood rolled up and 'bout to face a three
Met a cute lil bitch from where the Pacers be
Draco get to dumpin', put his ass in emergency
Steppin' on they neck for everybody who ain't heard of me
I'm snatchin' off they neck if them bitches ain't gon' work with me, it's Shred

[Verse 5: DaBoii]
Bitch I'm that n***a, stop actin' like you don't know
Tic-tac bullets shootin' jammers, we don't tote those
Young skinny n***a iced out, think I'm Frozone
If bro ain't rockin' what the fuck I'ma roll for?
No joke, playin' with your life that shit no joke
Klay Thompson to a n***a bitch, I got more stroke
Since you big headed dumb bitch, I need more dome
Yeah bitch you cute but you broke, you a hobo
Fast life livin', I love this shit
Yeah I heard life a bitch but I love this bitch
Any hatred towards me, come and love this clip
In and out with your bitch, I just cum then dip
[Verse 6: BandGang Masoe]
I been trippin', Percocets and lean got me vicious
RIP my n***a Tutu, lookin' like him with this Smith 'n
Ridin' with some demons, leave me missin' like suspension
Get Money, BandGang, and Big Money, yeah the n***as
No security, we strapped, ain't gotta call no hitters
If that's your ho then get the ho 'cause she just fucked my n***a
Lil bro can't buy liquor but done served half these n***as
Cookie from the Bay but we ain't even left the Mitten
We was hittin' bitches, you was washin' dishes
Thumbin' through some chicken, you was arguin' with your sister
Don't get in this whip fi you ain't comin' with no pistol
Gotta keep a whistle in order to be offical motherfuckers

[Verse 7: ?]
Young n***a, big money, on my boss shit
Tutu Gang forever, for my brother I'ma off shit
All these n***as claim they shooters, never drop shit
Thirty hangin' off that mopstick when that Glock drip
Drop a bag on my neck, watch that light work
Fuck a fight sir, forty freeze 'em like an iceberg
All that flexin', lil n***a what your life worth?
Choose the right words, lose your life when that light bursts
I been ridin' in that foreign tryna shred somethin'
Had to send somethin', set her down and got them bands comin'
How it's beef with you n***as, never said nothin'
Walked down on 'em, send shots and had his man runnin'
[Verse 8: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Got a doctor's appointment, 'bout to go and get a physical
Talked the doctor out of five scripts 'cause I'm lyrical
This draco soundin' too loud just like Mystikal
Fatality, all these shots gon' finish you
You don't want them perky tans, them bitches sell like top tens
I swear I love that MAC-10, I hit a play then rap it
N***a you ain' treally cut, you crazy to the ugly bitch
I'm the type to get the head and dip on that funky bitch
These seven six two's will have your motherfuckin' head split
Sucker punch your bitch ass, make your fuckin' head spin
N***a I ain't fightin' fair, I'ma find a way to win
I'm hoppin' out that hoopty van, sprayin' at Mercedes Benz, n***a

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
If it was a problem, we ain't heard about it, so we ain't worried 'bout it
If you with the shit then why you actin' like a nerd about it?
Another loss for the opps, I ain't heard about it
You n***as never touchin' money, we ain't heard about it
If it was a problem, we ain't heard about it, so we ain't worried 'bout it
If you with the shit then why you actin' like a nerd about it?
Another loss for the opps, I ain't heard about it
You n***as never touchin' money, we ain't heard about it