[Verse 1: YN Jay]
We ain't really got no beef, you my fake opp
Young n***a died from a fake shot
I was [?] by the Lamb top, I want a Wraith now
Spent so much pape, can't trust my bank, I need a safe now
Oh, he think it's smooth, he think it's cool, he think it's safe now
Remember when I used to call them hoes, I'm calling banks now
If you [?] bread, I want my pape now
I'm a superhero in my hood, I need a cape now
[?] n***a, throw them hands
Why they don't do that now more?
Everybody wanna scam, why them boys don't trap no more?
Drinking Wok, I'm mad as hell, like why they don't make Ac no more?
I walked off when I got [?] but I'm coming back for more
[?] this a jacket [?]
Put it up, stack some more
Bro pulled up, [?], shooting drac from down the street
Only take a week to get you smoked, you like a pound of weed
Somebody sold your ass some boo boo weed, you bought a pound of [?]

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Look
Spent 40 with that n***a Gary last week
All my opposition dead from my past beef
Maybach truck cost 200 K, broke n***as stack a thou a day for 200 days
All my bitches thick, I don't like no skinny hoes
No, that bitch ain't come with me, that's probably Skinny ho
Chain cost a hundred, Roley cost a hundred
[?] in my [?], that's another hundred
Still got the Bentley, still got the Roles
Million dollars up in cars, but nowhere to go
Still the richest niggga from my side of town
I can get your big homie big homie knocked down
N***as on the net, playing police games
Same n***a wrote a staitment, when the police came
To keep it real, I've been being humble
My bitch trap like it's two of her, I be seeing double
It's Philthy
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
[?] braket though, if it don't fit, I make it go
N***as from the hood was mad at me, they said I made [?]
[?] zips on another [?] I'm tryna make a boll
Flint n***a, million dollars used to seem unmakeable
They watching me on YouTube, 'cause we don't do no cable
At dispensaries, we set up shop, like come fuck with my table
We turned grinding into shining, n***a,, come fuck with my label
Two cribs, three cars, n***a, just now getting stable
I've been bagging up bolls all day, my hands hurt
I can bring some work out to your block and make your mans work
Before I ever got a distribution, got my kit first
I know n***as quick to pop it off, they be on tip first
I was in Atlanta 27 hours, got a tip first
All this money ain't do shit to me but make my bitch work
I'm in your city doing features, on my tenth verse
[?] bag on my shoulder, like a big perse

[Verse 4: Skinny T]
In the city, we got the most motion
Bro turned his back on the same n***as who gave him lotion
I'm out of town, I sware I make more cheese when I'm focused
The bitch got mad when I walked past, but I ain't even notice
That's real shit, with the same n***as I was in the field with
I'm high as fuck, I just bought it, I still steal shit
8000 on me in Walmart, I still steal shit
I pulled off in the Benz, it got a lil tint
These n***as mad, I'm tryna get a bag, they stuck in the past
It's some shit you can have, but it don't really last
I caught the bitch doing bad, I treat her like she bad
Most of these hoes be fags, but I ain't even mad
We got motion for any n***a who really need it
The hoes in the back naked, making the pool heated
Some n***as say I got ucky, some n***as say I cheated
I'm still on the mission, n***a, I ain't even complete it
I hit two strippers in one night, and I ain't throw no cheese
My bitch say when she see me, all she see is D's
I ain't get the [?] I did the Johnny teeth
The bitch was acting all [?], she ain't know I was me