[Verse 1: Moey]
I know these n***as be riding
And corn always flying
But wait, you just [?] your phone
I know these bitches they acting
They feel like they love us
But love off the area code
I know some n***as who act like they with us
But really be fucking around with the Green
I know some n***as who hate on my team
Some of these n***as were part of my team, yeah
I kept it real with my n***as, but some of my n***as they don't wanna see me next
Most of these guys, they be hating, they really not rating cause I was not GMF
We'll ride together, but fuck it, I guess we won't lie together
You couldn't fight the pressure
But fuck it, maybe we're just better alone
What am I saying, we're just better alone
Cause you were my n***a but preein'
Heard you were talking bout n***as and telling these bitches that you was a part of their team
I know I wouldn't just say it, but you were just hating, the jealousy talking to me
Now you're just sitting there, broke overseas
Talking bout how you be on us for Ps, yeah
Bluey and M to the paper route
Skid and I skrring to O
To my n***as, ain't one of them n***as a [?]
Still in the field, I will let it shoot
I hit your block up with J and we left there with residue
We are not n***as to fuck wit, I promise
[Hook: Moey]
We ain't them n***as to get back
Your n***as are n***as who get back
My n***as are n***as who make plots
Your n***as are running from 6Shots
And that's my dargie, he's humble as ever
If you fuck with my dawg I will let it off
N***as be tripping, and riding from Tottenham
We'll have n***as leaving like Berbatov
We ain't them n***as to get back
Your n***as are n***as who get back
My n***as are n***as who make plots
Your n***as are running from 6Shots
And that's my dargie, he's humble as ever
If you fuck with my dawg I will let it off
N***as be tripping, and riding from Tottenham
We'll have n***as leaving like Berbatov

[Verse 2: Uncs]
She wants Fendi, she wants Dior
She's trynna hit the store
He got bored
And he got bored
It's like they don't check the score
You don't wanna see my n***as knocking at your door
With this big .44
She's thick like Lira Galore
Got her on all fours
Bro got the hammer like Thor
I don't know what they thought
How much blood got poured
Sliding, riding, do it for the cause
Stressed cah Whip can't ride no more
Free Trillwick, he's an old friend
Better get a lifeguard, I'm wetting that yute
Babes, if I said I love you
I was probably high off fumes
[Verse 3: KayyKayy]
I can never go like - get splashed, all cold, make your whole body shiver
Mickz tried back door Jigga
Since then we appl pressure, how many's got hit up
This is a Glock, not a spinner
Treacherous n***a
Free 6Shots, he's my drilla
Riding round for the Skrilla
Catch an opp n***a and he can hold 9 like -
We bout to slide on the 2s but before we do that let's go circle the O
Another one answer like he ain't involved
For sure, we just garn give him some smoke
My bro just want up it and [?]
On bro, he just want do it and ghost
N***as are capping and chatting, it's all for the net
I see them turn hoes over phones

[Hook: Moey]
We ain't them n***as to get back
Your n***as are n***as who get back
My n***as are n***as who make plots
Your n***as are running from 6Shots
And that's my dargie, he's humble as ever
If you fuck with my dawg I will let it off
N***as be tripping, and riding from Tottenham
We'll have n***as leaving like Berbatov
We ain't them n***as to get back
Your n***as are n***as who get back
My n***as are n***as who make plots
Your n***as are running from 6Shots
And that's my dargie, he's humble as ever
If you fuck with my dawg I will let it off
N***as be tripping, and riding from Tottenham
We'll have n***as leaving like Berbatov