[Chorus: TD GlizZzy, TD Ceasar]
Shoot a n***a down, rob him for his bank
Bitch I am so high, don't what to fuckin' think
Duffle bag lookin' like a mafuckin' tank (huh?)
Plug got the bag, I think somethin' really stank (yuh)

[Verse 1: TD GlizZzy]
Bitch I'm hell-bent, you know what that fuckin' meant?
Stuck in these streets, n***as sleepin' in a tent
Bitch, I get the bag, I don't leave a fuckin' cent
N***as bitches, hit these ditches, You a fuckin lil midget
N***as get a lot of riches, fans takin all the pictures
Countin' up all these digits, we don't do no fuckin' whip-its
We don't box, poppin' all these triggers, pullin' n***as
N***as snitches, killing n***as, hitting figures, six figures
Choppa eatin' n***as, hittin' bitches brown, lock a n***a down
Look like a clown, plug out of town, we drivin' round
West side of town, smoke from the pound, put him in the ground
He can't hear a sound, n***a gone missing, ain't nobody miss him
Choppa R. Kelly, cuz this mac stay pissin' (pissin')
Cookin' in the kitchen, ain't nobody crippin', GlizZzy be sippin'
With my n***as, while we stackin' bobby pippin

[Chorus: TD GlizZzy, TD Ceasar]
Shoot a n***a down, rob him for his bank
Bitch I am so high, don't what to fuckin' think
Duffle bag lookin' like a mafuckin' tank (huh?)
Plug got the bag, I think somethin' really stank (yuh)

[Verse 2: TD Ceasar]
Bitch, I'm hell-bent, you know what that fuckin' meant?
That mean I be buyin' mansions, while these pussies sleep in tents
That mean that I speed in banshees, while your Honda was a rent
That mean that I carry hundreds, while your homie chasin' cents
I be totin' Glocks, on some pussy shit, he told the cops
Can't fuck with these opps, 'fore I blew up, I was sellin' rock
Pussy, you get knocked, you get popped off in the parkin' lot
I be sippin' wok, keep a slug, up inside my sock
Knock the blood up out his heart, because a pussy fake crippin'
I be eatin' fettuccine, but it's high-tech that I'm sippin'
Feed him fuckin' bullets out this 45, you know I'm dippin'
All these diamonds, Aquafina, on my neck, yeah, I be drippin'
Pourin' tec up in my double cup, it's leakin' out the bottom
I got Styrofoam, it's wok, I pull up and I pop him
I don't need a fuckin' lawyer, cuz I ain't leavin' no evidence
Talkin' shit on Twitter, so I pulled up to his residence

[Chorus: TD GlizZzy, TD Ceasar]
Shoot a n***a down, rob him for his bank
Bitch I am so high, don't what to fuckin' think
Duffle bag lookin' like a mafuckin' tank (huh?)
Plug got the bag, I think somethin' really stank (yuh)