[Intro: ZayBang]
Huh?

[Chorus: ZayBang]
When I pull up in that black sleeve, all these bitches knowin' that it's me
Ain't no black hoodie, bitch, I do the Chrome or Supreme
You a broke n***a, I can spend a band on my jeans
And I keep juice, baby always callin' me a fiend (LegendMadeAnotherOne), you a goofball
Boy, I think I smell me a lick
N***as taxin' for that juice, we might just get him for his brick
And I just sent my bitch to Houston with some P's in her shit
I could smell it down the street, they got some P's in that bitch
When I pull up in that black sleeve, all these bitches knowin' that it's me
Ain't no black hoodie, bitch, I do the Chromе or Supreme
You a broke n***a, I can spеnd a band on my jeans
And I keep juice, baby always callin' me a fiend, you a goofball

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
I'm a bitch bagger, she can bring it all back to me
She like, "Why you keep missin' all my calls?" It's the lean
N***as nerd lookin' like Carlton to me
Gang and them lookin' like bosses when we feast
This a thirty-piece plain YachtMaster, no diamonds needed
Bitches pullin' up trap short and I'm the reason
I'm a dope fiend, you don't want no dick from me, I be fiendin'
She pulled up and handed me a loaf 'cause I got seasoning
F&N on me for n***as out here fake schemin'
I was in the trenches late-night purgin' with demons
"How y'all keep puttin' all them drums on the chop? Y'all cheatin'"
I'm from the Stinc Team, we've been gettin' money all season
[Chorus: ZayBang]
When I pull up in that black sleeve, all these bitches knowin' that it's me
Ain't no black hoodie, bitch, I do the Chrome or Supreme
You a broke n***a, I can spend a band on my jeans
And I keep juice, baby always callin' me a fiend
You a goofball, boy, I think I smell me a lick
N***as taxin' for that juice, we might just get him for his brick
And I just sent my bitch to Houston with some P's in her shit
I could smell it down the street, they got some P's in that bitch
When I pull up in that black sleeve, all these bitches knowin' that it's me
Ain't no black hoodie, bitch, I do the Chrome or Supreme
You a broke n***a, I can spend a band on my jeans
And I keep juice, baby always callin' me a fiend

[Verse 2: ZayBang]
I'm a real n***a, bitch, I'm everything you n***as not
They don't like Zay, talk about they brother that I popped
Better ask about me, everywhere I go, I got this pop
And we be on shit, we don't need security with this chop
I like a boss bitch 'cause we be always talkin' 'bout some pape'
Say you a real n***a, but everything you be doin', it be fake
Boy, you a cheese ball, and you be probably talkin' to them jakes
You wearin' fake clothes and all them chains you wearin' probably fake
I don't make disses, I just let them sucker n***as talk down
The last time they said my name, I did a walkdown
Pussy, put this Jeezy in your mouth, go'n try to talk now
They tryna watch a n***a page like what he doin' now?
[Chorus: ZayBang]
When I pull up in that black sleeve, all these bitches knowin' that it's me
Ain't no black hoodie, bitch, I do the Chrome or Supreme
You a broke n***a, I can spend a band on my jeans
And I keep juice, baby always callin' me a fiend
You a goofball, boy, I think I smell me a lick
N***as taxin' for that juice, we might just get him for his brick
And I just sent my bitch to Houston with some P's in her shit
I could smell it down the street, they got some P's in that bitch
When I pull up in that black sleeve, all these bitches knowin' that it's me
Ain't no black hoodie, bitch, I do the Chrome or Supreme
You a broke n***a, I can spend a band on my jeans
And I keep juice, baby always callin' me a fiend

[Verse 3: Drakeo the Ruler]
I'm a fiend when I'm drinkin' lean, kamikaze dreams
Suicidal doors, F&Ns, table bridal rings
I like shiny things
Bitch, you fly as me, I would like to see
Cold devil, I threw ice in heat, see an opp, I melt him
N***as mad, they like, "How you know?" Bitch, look at his clothes
That's the door, bitch, you gotta go or I'd be kickin' through it
Hit the floor, it's money on the ground, I be gettin' to it
Jin jitsu, I had to 97 blitz him
Soft tissue what he get for thinkin' he Kimbo
'Round and 'round, shells had him dancin' like limbo
The Stinc Team killed my big bro, bitch, that is not approving
You really sound stupid, you talkin' like you [?]
[Chorus: ZayBang]
When I pull up in that black sleeve, all these bitches knowin' that it's me
Ain't no black hoodie, bitch, I do the Chrome or Supreme
You a broke n***a, I can spend a band on my jeans
And I keep juice, baby always callin' me a fiend
You a goofball, boy, I think I smell me a lick
N***as taxin' for that juice, we might just get him for his brick
And I just sent my bitch to Houston with some P's in her shit
I could smell it down the street, they got some P's in that bitch
When I pull up in that black sleeve, all these bitches knowin' that it's me
Ain't no black hoodie, bitch, I do the Chrome or Supreme
You a broke n***a, I can spend a band on my jeans
And I keep juice, baby always callin' me a fiend