[Intro]
In this bitch high as fuck
Lost my marbles in this bitch
These n***as not on anything

[Chorus]
We them n***as, we stuntin'
All my n***as grew up thuggin'
These n***as not on nothin'
Really got it out the mud, no frontin'
We them n***as, we stuntin'
All my n***as grew up thuggin'
These n***as not on nothin'
Really got it out the mud, no frontin'

[Verse 1]
Yeah, this that slick talk
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe a n***a, get you picked off
How you ball and you ain't go to practice? Got you kicked off
You heard that I fucked your BM, got you pissed off
Damn, in a big loft
I been dream chasin', I'm a boss, but I ain't Rick Ross
You can work for me, clean my shoes, make sure my shit gloss
Pussy n***as talkin' down on Gabe, got me ticked off

[Verse 2]
I'm goin' apeshit in this Bape shit
Gettin' money my morning, night, and day shift
N***as claim they jackboys, but never take shit
Ayy, here go a K clip, n***a, take this
I remember down on my knuckles, had to take trips
Take risks to wear all this designer shit
Yeah, I can't even pronounce this shit
But it cost some strips, yeah, I'm on that tip
[Verse 3]
Know I'm on go when it come to make me richer
Dee servin' fiends, givin' pitbull dinners
Hit a bitch from the back, I'ma make her thicker
Give her demon dick, prayin' that I don't kill her
All my n***as keep tools like they Bob the Builder
7.62 shred, make it rip your liver
Take you to the lake, dump your ass in the river
N***as lyin' in they raps, y'all n***as pretenders

[Verse 4]
If they ain't comin' outside, then we comin' in
If she ain't tryna fuck me, I fuck her best friend
P on the Eastside, I'm on the West End
I need five for a feature, nothin' less than
If you need a QP, call my Net10
That n***a speak down on Gabe, got a death wish
All my n***as one hundred like a K clip
Give a n***a faceshot like I Maced him

[Verse 5]
Bitch, you over eighteen? Come make this easy money
This a jugg, we get iPhones for easy hundreds
Said you slid down on us, can't believe you frontin'
N***as rather go to jail 'cause they don't believe in punches
I came back broke as hell, I turned it into somethin'
We send a n***a to the grave, we don't do concussions
Just bought a Glock, dare a n***a try to take it from me
Twenty minutes, to be continued, ambulance comin'
[Verse 6]
N***as always talkin' scams, but never gon' hit
Your bitch scream, "Freaky Rich," when she slob on the dick
Your hood mad we slid down and rocked your shit
Lil P in the cut and I bet he won't miss

[Verse 7]
We was made for this shit like the Jackson 5
Fuck a chain, wearin' my phone up in style now
It only take a couple flips to make a thou-wow
I got a bitch that go crazy, call her ball mouth
Ain't gotta put it on the scale, my eyeballs out
After this load, I'ma fuck around and cop a pound
Heard n***as on my head, well, tell 'em slide down
I be Cane with the K, so I'm calm now