[Verse 1]
Talkin' like you want some smoke but soft and you scared like a ho
The opps was out, couldn't even go to the store
That's YBK bitch we is never gon' fold we gon' wipe yo nose
That's 30s we pack and we'll shoot at yo face, then i'ma switch me a state
Not bouta catch me a case. pop the 40 then i'ma pick up case, bitch i can't leave a trace
We gon' pop at yo waist
You an unloyal bitch don't come on my ends gotta keep me that ten
Gotta look out for my friends
But I stay with my ones can't fuck with fake friends
So when i'ma trend don't be asking for bands
Im slidin' with the crew in my brand new space coupe
I keep me a band or two up in my pants
Them bitches be blue not the jeans but my mothafuckin' loot
With that .22 that bitch strapped up like glue

[Chorus]
Bitch we is so cool, my n***as is so cool
Talkin' bout beef, we don't even know you
Talkin' too tough we just might expose you
Keep that same face when my n***as just roll through
We not gon' smoke you, we just gon' fold you
You not even worth the bullets in the pole dude
We giving you a chance dude, we can just end you
So if my n***as fold you, you is a ho dude