[Intro: Lil Blade]
(My n***a Lee, I think we got another one)
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Blade]
My first deal was for 'bows, still ain't got one for rap
Yeah, I serve outta mansions, I ain't posted in the trap
Play with me and get put down, you ain't 'posed to know I'm strapped
If you see me with a bitch, then ain't no question that I cracked
You know me, it's LBI, mister fuck a n***a ho
Mister middle of the summer, walk outside and make it snow
I ain't breakin' shit down, come and cop the whole 'bow
These n***as be like, "Oh, no," they hoes be like, "There he go"
Bitch, I got on Fear of Gods, why these n***as scared of me?
Called bro to clear it out, now these n***as scared of Quis
You wanna see a million dollars? Let me show you where I live
I was breakin' bitches' hearts before I met my n***a Kid, yeah

[Verse 2: Big Quis]
Range Rovers, 580s, bitch, we summer-ready
I was ridin' foreigns in '04 when we was sellin' reggies
Paid a bitch to fuck, then stole it out her purse, you know I'm petty
I looked up to them STL n***as, I don't know no Nelly
Just got another chain, it ain't put a dent inside my stash
She think she doin' somethin', who let that ugly bitch go get an ass?
I ain't stingy, if I got it, then the whole crew got a bag
I love Donald Trump, made a quarter mil' sittin' on my ass
Don't you wear that kit outside if it don't cost a hundred-plus
I ain't tryna hear 'bout none of them n***as, they can't fuck with us
His baby mama told me he was broke, he livin' month to month
Made my side bitch give me her taxes, went and flood the buffs
[Verse 3: G.T.]
Hoppin' out the Maybach, gotta tip the driver (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Young n***a, organized crime, somethin' like The Wire
It's a twin turbo on this bitch, it damn near lift the tires
Young n***a, I come from the East, money long as Meyer (Ayy, ayy)
Linked up with Quis, we got so many hoes, we should retire (Real)
They ain't really gettin' cheese for real, n***as fuckin' liars
And really I don't be around n***as 'cause I don't like 'em (Real)
Hop out with Icewood Junior and we all icy (Bling, blaow)
Block a bitch, break her heart like I'm Shawn Michael (Real)
This house, we only see blocks, in here with all rifles (Bah, bah)
N***as don't ever do shit, they just love typin' (Yeah)
I just rap about what I live, I ain't gotta write it (N***a)

[Outro: G.T.]
(What up, LoudBoy?)
Yeah
That's one of them ones