[Verse 1: YoungKingg]
I had to quit poppin' pills, I was gettin' out of hand
A n***a tried to slide on my mans and he died 'cause his stick was jammed
These bitches talkin' 'bout, "Do you know who I am?" I don't give a damn
When that bitch in my hands, I get to blowin' like a ceiling fan
Catch a case, it made me slow down, but still'll take a chance
Yeah, I been locked up before, but won't go again
Let a n***a disrespect me, I'ma slap him with a whole band
Four, five n***as hopped out shootin', they thought it was a band

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Naw, E hopped out shootin', they thought it was a kid
We 'bout to spin on his block and do it again
I just got catfished, I'm finna hit her friend
She don't know money, I sold a five and she thought it was ten
You a dummy ho
Snatch this, you got a better chance of jumpin' with no bungee rope
My last one hold fifty, this a hundred, though
Drop on a n***a from a long distance, split his cantaloupe

[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
I'ma walk up, get close up, and I'ma come alone
Shoot out of town, ain't no tellin' when I'm comin' home
Shoot holes in this yellow whip, now it look just like a honeycomb
My n***a in the feds for conspiracy, that's the reason I don't trust my phone
Wock', PAI, and a lil' Tris in my styrofoam
Got a quarter from a n***a, smoked a blunt, then I threw it in the garbage for him
A n***a phone died, then I took all his sales when I charged it for him
A n***a want the sauce for what I know, then you know I'ma charge him for it
[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
Since the age sixteen, I had a money phone
Unc' sell dope, did dope, he a rolling stone
Caught an opp at the mall with his kids, I'm finna pick a bone
He said he had twenty-three P's, I told him come alone
My n***a got twenty-five to life, he ain't comin' home
We finna slide on the opps, but bro ain't comin', though
These n***as stupid, cuffin' bitches that we nutted on
We caught his ass waitin' on the bus, now he runnin' home

[Verse 5: FTOS Twan]
The city know what's up, we known for sendin' n***as home
Tryna turn up, camped out, sent they ass home
Caught him out in traffic, he ain't have his heat, man, I did his ass bold
Bitch, I send shots at his whip 'til I can't no more
I told his ass he can't run when that Draco blow
N***a sent his lo', told me slide, n***a, say no more
It's chopsticks when we ride, that's what you gotta know
And let a n***a speak down on Tay, then he gotta go