[Chorus]
Catching all these plays, I just saw an opp
Ran out of drugs, meet me at the spot
Bro, slow this bitch down, I just seen the cops
I think bro got his block
Put the beam on his ass, got chickenpox
Running out of bags, I got shit to cop
Don't make me call what's his name, I get you cropped
Get any pint that I want, [?] on the thots

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
KrispyLife
Me and bro tripping through this bitch, tryna start something
Bro so bool, bitch, you know how we bumming
[?] we can't even trust it
I sold dawg a strap with blanks, then I had to bust him
Brodie keep a 40 on him, but he ain't no druggy
So many pounds in this bitch, got the room funky
You a [?] bully, bitch, n***a, you a flunky
I hit dawg up [?]

[Verse 2: Don Perrion]
We still making money plays, n***a, ain't shit change
This ain't no plain white tee, this our money exchange
Straps all on the counter, man, I feel like Max Pain
My dudes get the beans on the first, you want the whole thang
I hang with swipers, but them grams made a n***a name
Bitch, I'd rather have that pape' than have some fuckin' fame
Man, these weird ass n***as acting like Wayne
Don't call my phone if you ain't got 40 for this eighth
[Chorus ?]
Catching all these plays, I just saw an opp
Ran out of drugs, meet me at the spot
Bro, slow this bitch down, I just seen the cops
I think bro got his block
Put the beam on his ass, got chicken pocks
Running out of bags, I got shit to cop
Don't make me call what's his name, I get you cropped
Get any pint that I want, [?] on the thots

[Verse 3]
Big B's and tall trees, I ain't gon' say the rest
Slide down the ball with your queen, like "What you looking at?"
Broker on the road, he up up, he forever blessed
Put my hoes in the past, they forever left
Spent 24 on with lockdown, y'all don't know the feeling
Free gang, they got life, they forever telling
Finna take off, I am not talking 'bout drug dealing
But if this rap shit drop, then I'm fucking with it

[Verse 4]
If you don't make money plays, shit, I can fix that
Fuck I look like rapping 'bout scams, when bro do that
But I can tell you 'bout them grams, 'cause we move that
Talking 'bout them 448's, 'cause we don't move crack
Free my Uncle RoRo, that n***a had racks
Hit a n***a crib with them K's, they gotta move that
Bro, we in a bar with all coolers, this a six pack
Ten naked hoes in the room, this a kickback