[Chorus: Toohda Band$]
N***a, I been wok dropping, Neiman shopping, road running
Had to slime a n***a, left his nose running
Only time I excercise is when I'm fucking on your woman
I ain't running from a thing, chop fully with a hundred

[Verse 1: Toohda Band$]
[?] we tryna pop a n***a pumpkin
Ain't no shortage over here, the whole squad getting money
You can tell I'm eating good, bitches say I'm getting chubby
I ain't even touch your bitch, she just like I look like money
In the trenches where it's dark, I wear my chains to make it sunny
[?] we just know [?]
[?] without the seel, I shake my head cause he a dummy
I ain't never chasing bitches, I'm too busy chasing money
Chains dancing, Roli bussing, we ain't faking
Glock on me, I got choppers in the basement
Catch an opp, we let him drop, it ain't no waiting
[?] money than you basic
Drunk [?] because I bought it just to taste it
I was taught that n***a tried to run, you better go and chase him
I done made a lotta thousands, on my grannie, ain't no faking
N***as pillow talk forever, when they see me, they don't say shit
Caught his bitch looking at my wrist, and made his face twitch
Any beef I got, I'm dropping 50 to erase it
I know some real killers, broad day, you get your face hit
Doing a hundred, tryna switch the lane, I [?]
[Chorus: Toohda Band$]
I been wok dropping, Neiman shopping, road running
Had to slime a n***a, left his nose running
Only time I excercise is when I'm fucking on your woman
I ain't running from a thing, chop fully with a hundred

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
In the bay I fuck for free, only pay to eat
I was bagging weed, before I learned my ABC's
[?] jewelry on, just me and David B
Road trip with my sons, I'm hidin dope in his baby seat
Bought her [?], but I'm telling her it's Gucci
I'm drinking syrup, bitch, quit telling me I'm moody
Tryna pay me for a feature, [?] won't even move me
Got a bitch from East Oakland, she love when I call her Boosie
Eh don't book me for no shows, if I don't get [?]
Fuck around, and pull a blick out on a crowd
Bitch, get back
When n***as have flat screens, we had TV's with the big macs
[?] Gucci socks, but I'm ghetto, so they mismatch

[Chorus: Toohda Band$]
I been wok dropping, [?] road running
Had to slime a n***a, left his nose running
Only time I excersize is when I'm fucking on your woman
I ain't running from a thing, chop fully with a hundred
[Verse 3: BFB Da Packman]
I ain't worried 'bout a thing, chop fully with a hundred
[?] with this gun
[?] uzi or the [?]
What you sparking up? Smell like dooky in the blunt
Hell na that ain't [?], [?] in the cut
She like daddy why you trippin? I get moody off the drugs
Doing anything, pour the [?] in the [?]
You can't top me while I'm driving, [?] fuck
Pull up on a n***a block, [?]
Thinking you my only bitch, you trippin bitch as well
Voices in my head, got me trippin on myself
Seen an opp, he in the mall, [?] shitted on himself

[Chorus: Toohda Band$]
I been wok dropping, [?] road running
Had to slime a n***a, left his nose running
Only time I excersize is when I'm fucking on your woman
I ain't running from a thing, chop fully with a hundred