[Intro: G.T.]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Ayy, yeah, come on (I just walked in too, n***a)
It's G.T., n***a (This shit off the dome, n***a)
Ayy, n***a, what up? (Let’s get this shit in, n***a)
Ayy, n***a (Biggs home, n***a, let's go)
Ayy

[Verse 1: G.T.]
I heard they let Biggs out (For real? What?)
Call Rose, bring the Benz out (Come on, Rose, n***a, let's go)
Whip so fast, tap it and it spin out
I remember they was young as hell, n***a, whippin’ ten out
True Religion, thick session, n***a, at your bitch house (For real)
Ask Whites, n***a, me gettin' it in (For real, n***a)
Floatin' caps on the Forgis, when I stop, they spin (Yeah)
Next week probably in Miami in a drophead
I ain't even got no beef, all the opps dead
C8 come through all black, but the guts red (Skrrt)
Bro, I only call your bitch when I want head (For real)
And if you ever think we sweet, you gon' catch lead
Could've jumped in the 'Cat, but I took the Benz (For real)
Buffs cost four flat, that's without the lens
Y’all n***as bunch of followers and we set the trend

[Verse 2: The Godfather]
On the East, I just caught a play, where the fuck is G.T.? (Where you at?)
Spin your block like a record or a CD
Comin’ back to back like that Drake song, but I ain't sign nothing (Come on now)
Chopstick, flip the clip, tryna rewind something (Yeah)
Ice on, stomp your head in, I catch you eyein’ something (What?)
Chase you down on the freeway, we on the Lodge bussin'
Ham called me tryna buy a pint, I sold him Robitussin (Ham)
We got a problem, ain't no talkin', it ain’t no discussion
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Dropped a diss song, I dropped a chain, I don't battle rap
Account with the PIN, this shit easy, catchin' Apple jacks
When I grab my punch off the site, I'm attacking Saks
Driving off the Wock' wasn't smart, I done crashed the Scat
We'll send him to the moon, the chop came with NASA blast
Punchin' up a card, told my bitch keep the door closed
You got that one whip, that bitch don't even got no sports mode
He thought he caught me slippin', whole time I had the torch, though
'Nother four pour, fuck around and get my snore on

[Verse 4: BandGang Biggs]
We in this bitch bustin' down bales, keep the door closed
Hit a n***a block, hundred shots, it's up for foreclosure
We don't know you, tryna come and shop, then I'm getting over
Free smoke, inhalin' everything, you know we keep them blowers
Wake up, drop an eight in this pop, I hate being sober
Quick to grab the chop or the Glock and get shit in motion
Them 'bows in, touchin' down to 'em, get 'em straight from Oakland
Them hoes in, just to fuck this bitch, gotta give up tokens

[Verse 5: StanWill]
Ayy, if I step foot in Meijers then you know I'm giffy grabbing
Fuck around, throw the blick to Tron, I might have Jimmy whack 'em
I can't take the gang to no occasion, they get blicky active
Born a G.O.A.T., my name might be Stan, but, bitch, I'm Billy actually
Took the chop to Dr. Miami, it got some titties on it
Only ride with G's in my unit, feel like I'm 50 on 'em
Pistol poking through the 'Miri jeans, I got the blicky on me
Off-White with the camouflage, I got a ghillie on me
[Outro: StanWill]
Huh, yeah