[Intro: DJ Drama & G Perico]
From the barbershops to the hair salons (Yeah)
Our name stay on your head
I'ma catch hypothermia, dog
Let that sink in
Hahaha, suckers

[Verse 1: G Perico]
Read the headlines, bitch-ass n***a, it's bedtime
My n***a fresh home, he on swole from doin' that fed time (Welcome home, n***a, Gangsta)
Got the big ol' BG from my stomach to my chest (Tatted)
Bought my bitch some brand new silicone, double D, big breasts
Enterprise around my neck, goin' live for my respect
Ain't a life that I won't spare, they goin' wild about my hair
She in hеr feelings, I don't care, I'm a player (So what, bitch?)
Why thesе marks talkin' down on a gangster? (Punk-ass n***a)
Uh, seen the blue lights, thought about my two strikes (Fuck)
Jump out and run 'cause I can't do life (Hahaha)
Lil' voice in my head sayin', "Kill 'em" (Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em)
Lil' voice in my head demandin' millions (Money, money, money)

[Chorus: G Perico]
6 AM, I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dogs
On this mic', I don't say shit that's false (Nope)
G, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (Bitch)
[Verse 2: Cozz]
Ayy, when you talk about me (Me), talk about top three, ayy (Yeah)
I tell no lies on and off of that beat, ayy (Straight up)
My n***as yell, "Cuz," but your mama ain't my auntie, ayy (This my auntie)
Some my n***as yell, "Blood," but for all my n***as I bleed, yeah (Gang)
Woke up in the mornin' with a vendetta
I need the Velveeta, I gotta get bread up (Cheese)
Fuck all that linkin', I'm stackin' my Lincolns
Don't meet brand-new bitches, it might be a setup
Real n***as don't fall for the get-up
I get up early, your bitch make the bed up (Ha)
We would not let up even if you let us
Don't give a fuck if I was keto dietin' (No way)
Give us a reason, my people is riotin' (Bitch)
I try to keep peace, but they tryin' it
Must be a lease 'cause we is not buyin' it (Straight up)
I'm talkin' 'bout all of that shit you been sellin'
You n***as would gas up a Tesla (Pfft)
Fuck all that talk about who you think next up
Four fingers, brought the West up (Facts)
Six, five, see 8th Street, yeah, n***a, right off of Western (Hmm)
Real Hunger Games in my section, be the hungriest
A n***a hunger off some bony shit
Cody Macc on that lonely shit
In my own lane, movin' forty-six
Takin' my time, movin' at my own pace
Yeah, n***a, I'm in my own race, bitch
[Chorus: G Perico]
6 AM, I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dogs
On this mic', I don't say shit that's false (Nope)
G, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (Bitch)

[Verse 3: REASON]
Yeah, look, REASON speakin', so your girl is movin'
Wait, pussy killer, I deserve the rumors, huh
Lived through my pain and put my verses through it
Put the worst into it
N***a, this Top shit, if it's hoes in it, I goes in it, for sure in it
Pussy cold, I done froze in it
Tell her, "Bring a friend, we could both get it," wait
Came up Eastside, n***a
Hoes texts, I don't respond, n***a
Pull a bad bitch in a Nissan, n***a
We get to arguin', I flip shit like B-Side
I'm too high, three high
I smoke, she drive, livin' like I got three lives
Fuckin' like I got three wives
My eyes slanted, it's reclined
I like my women and whips foreign, all of my whores be V sized
Let's rewind, it's pressure, baby, shit
She next to a cold n***a, her soul lifted
My money talk, these hoes listen
Wait, I only fuck gold diggers
Hit it from the side, I pose in it, scream out to the neighbors
Need a woman that got her a n***a 'cause, bitch, you want time and mine is all taken
Money, I'm chasin', REAS'
[Chorus: G Perico]
6 AM, I was in my drawers, runnin' from the law, duckin' the dogs
On this mic', I don't say shit that's false (Nope)
G, the streets, the killers, the thieves
All them hoes in the hair salons 'cross the country talkin' about me (Bitch)