[Intro: Rae Rae]
Yeah, yeah, yay (Haha)
Broke out [?] yay
Yeah, yeah, yay (Woo!)
(Bitch) Yeah, yeah, yay (Woo!)
Yeah, yeah, yay (Brrrrr)
257, yeah (Let's go)
257 (Woo!)

[Chorus: Rae Rae]
And I say, "Who sellin' opps?" 'cause we buyin', yah
And we hit these hoes by the 1, 2, pimp
Imma wear my mood, wear my 1,2, yah
I ain't wit' that pump fakin' shit, if I up, I shoot, yah
And I say, "Who want some smoke?" (Yeah) Beatin' down your door
I ain't trippin' 'bout no bitch, no, I ain't crashin 'bout no hoe
I rock out with this glizzy like I rock out at the show
We gon' pop out at your [?] leave your [?] on the floor
Yeah

[Verse 1: Rae Rae]
N***a find time, n***a drivin down, shit, don't involve us
Shit gettin' real, n***as gettin' killed, n***a what to call this?
Sayin' free smoke, when we hit the blunt, then we say it's all this
I ain't with the fake [?], nah-nah, yuh
Hit her one time, then I kick her out my condo, yuh
I told all my n***as we gon ball, ball
You a stain gang, tryna flood that bitch like Paul Wall
Deconstruction on your hoe, knock down her wall, wall
Stack the money up real tall, yeah, tall, tall
[Chorus: Rae Rae]
And I say, "Who sellin' opps?" 'cause we buyin', yah
And we hit these hoes by the 1, 2, pimp
Imma wear my mood, wear my 1,2, yah
I ain't wit' that pump fakin' shit, if I up, I shoot, yah
And I say, "Who want some smoke?," beatin' down your door
I ain't trippin' 'bout no bitch, no, I ain't crashin 'bout no hoe
I rock out with this glizzy like I rock out at the show
We gon' pop out at your [?] leave your [?] on the floor
Yeah

[Verse 2: Taeman]
They say them stank eye n***a pop out, make the block hot (Hot, hot)
I can't get a hoe 'cause she a thot, thot (Thot, thot)
I put a titty on a Glock (Glock, Glock) then I move, I make it pop (Pop, pop)
Don't take my chain, might lose your top
Me and my gang got it on lock (Gang gang, lock)
Yah, [?] that bih' with my glizzy (Glizzy)
Tryna come out, you miss it (Miss it)
Dropped loud, I gotta go get it (Get it)
Gotta run up them digits
Heard you goin' bad 'bout these hoes (Hoes)
I got neck, then I gotta go (Go)
And I ain't missin', I ain't cuffin no hoe
Kick her out the door
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Rae Rae]
And I say, "Who sellin' opps?" 'cause we buyin', yah
And we hit these hoes by the 1, 2, pimp
Imma wear my mood, wear my 1,2, yah
I ain't wit' that pump fakin' shit, if I up, I shoot, yah
And I say, "Who want some smoke?" (Yeah) Beatin' down your door
I ain't trippin' 'bout no bitch, no, I ain't crashin 'bout no hoe
I rock out with this glizzy like I rock out at the show
We gon' pop out at your [?] leave your [?] on the floor