[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Adlib
Ayy

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Weigh it up, break it down
Fuck the plug, take him down
Slime sittin' down in that town, he'll spin you round
I been gettin' dressed every day, I heard they stakin' out (I heard they lookin')
At least I got good flicks if they shake us down (Bitch)
I'ma be fresh as hell if the feds watchin'
We be in them streets, like a geek, we want every problem
I just spilled some lean on my sneaks, now they red bottoms
I ain't fuckin' n***as hoes, I get the head out 'em (Get the head off them bitches)
Yeah, I ain't no G, I ain't no Crip, I ain't no Blood, I'm fuckin' with 'em, sellin' drugs though
Yeah, I'm from the east, on the 6 to be exact, but on the west, they show me love though

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Baow, gang, we gone shoot somethin' (Bitch)
Yeah, bought a thousand oranges, get my oop on (Get my oop on)
N***a, open up that Drakey, let it loose on 'em (Baow, baow, baow)
Ayy, gold Sky-Dweller like a crouton (Woo)
I keep sellin' n***as cut and they keep comin' back (N***as goofy)
The type of n***a, if he up, I probably run his strap (He a pussy)
Rose Presi' and this cuban, that's a hundred racks (This bitch dancing)
I got bad habits with this ratchet, always double back (Baow, baow, baow)
(Iced Up Records)
Bitch, I'm already rich (Drank God)
He ain't comin' 41, he got a petty wrist (He got a petty wrist)
I gotta step on it again, that's how that fetty hit (Skrrt)
I just went to Gary, spent two hundred, bitch, I'm heavy with it (What?)
Get a bag and bust it down, it's time to feed the streets (On God)
N***a, I was ballin' back when we was GMB (On God)
Ayy, crib so big, this bitch a BnB (Yeah)
Rose Yacht-Master 42, bitch, like I'm CMG
[Verse 3: GT]
Ayy, fucked up Barney's 'til they shut the doors on it (For real)
Copped it plain, got it sprayed, R.I.P. my n***a Soda (Yeah)
Cop a bag from L.A., change the area code on it (For real, ayy)
Glock stuffed with a 50, I'm like, "Show me my opponent" (Baow, baow)
New Presi', pour some drink just so I can spill it on him (Dirty)
Bro got Audemars plain, but he spent a Benz on it (Man, phew)
He in the M club, we some bears, you a cub (Man)
You could throw me in the jungle, I'll come out it minked up (Yeah)
Blow money, find a town then we sittin' down (Ayy, sittin' down)
I'll have my fiend go up top for a quarter ounce (Baow)
This the third time they spinned around, pack it up and bounce (Man, we out)
Out the way a hundred-eighty days, you gon' make it out (For real)

[Verse 4: Veeze]
I can spend five thousand, tell the goons, "Go and solve my problems" (Baow, baow)
You was just gettin' allowance, pump your breaks, n***a, pay some homage (Haha)
We got whatever you coppin', brown squares, but it ain't chocolate (Yeah)
Don't look for the shit I'm rockin', it's hard to find just like Bin Laden (Yeah, yeah)
Look in my bag, all fifties, twenties, it look like Cosmo and Wanda (Frrt, beep)
When I mix the food, n***a, you can't watch me, this ain't Benihana (Skrrt, skrrt)
If I find out n***a hatin' on gang, fuck his baby mama (Yeah)
I told that n***a I'm talkin' pape', he tried to change the topic
She said why I'm wearing a bag? The dog shit can't even fit in my pocket (Yeah)
If rap don't work, I'ma be in the feds eatin' steak and lobster (No cap)
I can take the girl, make it swell, like I switched her diet (Yeah)
Look in my cup, bitch so thick, look like Meg Thee Stallion (Ugh)
[Outro]
(You recordin', Smerf?)