[Intro: YRB Tezz]
I swear (Yo), mob
I swear, I swear
Ayy, mob (Brio got these 808s kickin' in a hundred trucks)
I swear (Uh)

[Chorus: YRB Tezz]
Yeah, YRB and 4X, lil' n***a, that's the same thing (Same thing)
Redeyes and Trackhawks, lil' n***a, we switchin' lanes
I-I-I'ma make a hundred bands soon as my bitch get off the plane
You can cut my tongue out my mouth before I say a name (I say)

[Verse 1: YRB Tezz]
You can get hit in your face, you reach for my chain (That's on gang)
You ain't spin, ain't tryna hear a n***a screamin', "Gang gang" (Gang, gang)
Drop top, bad bitch, make her eat the dick and I don't know her name (I don't know her name)
Yeah, you can catch a headshot, n***a, better usе your brain (Better use your brain)
Look, I don't carе who you rockin' with, n***a, fuck your stain (Blatt, blatt)
Ayy (Ayy), swear to God a n***a put in pain (Swear to God I put in pain)
Uh, yeah, YRB, 4X, bitch, it's the same thing (Bitch, it's the same thing)
Ayy, bitch, you ain't no stepper, then you can't hang (Ayy)
Say, "He don't get the picture, knock him out the frame" (Bitch, ayy)
Ayy, got caught lackin' in the whip, n***a should've changed lanes (Blatt, blatt)
Ayy, last pack got caught time for a new main
Fuck that, another spot, I gotta catch me another box (I swear)
See, I run in your shit like I'm goin' in-off (I swear)
Ayy, I'll send you a pack, just send the addy
Baby, I'm finessin' you if I don't send a tracker
That pack come and make sure you answer
I'm the trap God, I ain't no fuckin' rapper
I'm the one that make the packs go Casper
I'm the one that bust it out that wrapper
Then sell that shit to your favorite rapper

[Chorus: YRB Tezz]
Yeah, YRB and 4X, lil' n***a, that's the same thing (Same thing)
Redeyes and Trackhawks, lil' n***a, we switchin' lanes
I-I-I'ma make a hundred bands soon as my bitch get off the plane (Uh-huh)
You can cut my tongue out my mouth before I say a name
[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Uh, YRB and 4X, lil' n***a, that's the same shit (The folks)
Crunch time or die, we ain't them n***as to be played with (Let's go)
Stay clutchin' on my fire at any moment, I'll let this K stick (Boom, boom, boom)
Every n***a with me keep one up top and they gon' flock, I ain't gotta pay shit (Boom, boom, boom)
Gang gang (Gang), you ain't spin you with us, then you can't hang, bitch (Blatt, blatt)
Burner turns up the 'Cat (Vroom), hop in the 'Vette, then do the same shit (Come on)
Uh, I bring them killers to the show, we all got poles and got the stage lit (Grrt)
N***a reachin' for my chain, bitch, that's a no, he get his brain split ('Cause that's a nah)
N***a get his face hit, the city know we dangerous (Nah, come on)
We shoot a n***a like a movie like we caught him from all angles (Come on)
Ayy, I be sippin' all this syrup, I could've signed a deal with Maple (Uh, uh)
She tryna fuck a young rich Blood (Uh), she know it's millions on the table (Uh, uh, Ms)
Put an end on the side of the stick, so when you shoot, it catch them cases
Uh, I smut her out and give her dick, then send her through the gangers (Ah ha)
I holler, "Fuck the laws and free all of my members out them cages"
We strapped up in the club, crackin' fours and twistin' up our fingers (Grrt, grrt)

[Chorus: YRB Tezz]
Yeah, YRB and 4X, lil' n***a, that's the same thing
Redeyes and Trackhawks, lil' n***a, we switchin' lanes
I-I-I'ma make a hundred bands soon as my bitch get off the plane
You can cut my tongue out my mouth before I say a name

[Outro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
We ain't go against the grain
Fuck this shit, I put this on my pain
Bust a n***a brain if he go against the grain
Mm, mm-mm, mm, before he snatch your chain