[Intro: FWC Big Key]
Cash Gang Key
What up, D-Boy?
(What up, Young?)

[Verse 1: FWC Big Key]
Was beefin' with a n***a, he was coppin' a plea
But my mans still want him, I'ma rock him to sleep
This chopper hawk a n***a down, I'm talkin' stoppin' a Jeep
It was a fire sale on him, brodie got him for free
If I say it, then I mean it, I don't fake shit
I don't need D-Boy in the whip for me to take risks
I'm the MVP of 24, I need a Naismith
I don't want your bitch, I been curved her like the K clip, n***a
Bro just got a 40 with a switchy, where you find that?
And I just DM'ed your dead mans, tell him respond back
Gave Bang nine in the feds, wanna rewind back
Label just offered me two hundred, why would I sign that?
The opps know my whip, so I'ma use it as a decoy
Cubans on my neck, my bitch rocky like I'm D-Boy
Bump into an opp, talk how you talkin' on that keyboard
If he do, it's gon' be a crazy story like I'm V. Roy

[Verse 2: RiskTaker D-Boy]
Bitch, up the score on the opps, we got a big lead
I'll get a rat off, I got big cheese
Bitch, we all gangsters over here, we in the big leagues
I'll bless your squad with this chop, make this bitch sneeze
I don't go outside without the Glock, that's all I ever need
Slide on an opp, we get the drop, he gon' rest in peace
Set him up, he said he had them bitches ten a piece
Me and Key hop right out the whip, give him ten a piece
I gotta chase because my face bold
Plus a couple of you n***as on them case notes
Why the fuck you think I'm ridin' with this Drac' for?
'Cause if the witness die, n***a, then the case closed
You would've thought he seen a ghost the way his face froze
You would've thought I was the reaper how I take souls
You say you really miss your brother, y'all can switch roles
It's like seein' a bad bitch, I never miss hoes, ah
[Outro]
(Young Beats)
(What up, Young?)