[Intro: Leaf Ward]
Lil' Leaf runnin' round in the Hellcat with a big gun
We out fishin' tryna blick sum, she out, get that drop and that bitch done
We got the Nines, 40s, pounds, take them all, ain't tryna pick one
N***a fuck him and his son, all my young n***as tryna hit sum

[Chorus: OT7 Quanny]
We the need for speed boys, I'm in the Benz, yeah this the matted one
I just left the airport, went to Dior, picked a jacket up
That bitch broke my heart, I took some racks and then I passed it up
I was down bad, I got some cash, I turned my status up
Yeah I got the hookup, master P, you want it now or later
Pulled up in all different colored toys, shit like thе power rangers
I gave thеm the game, and then they ran wit it
Only time I ran when I got chased by some fan bitches

[Chorus 2: Leaf Ward]
I'm with the mob, we with the zoo, we know them folks tryna spy on us
They the reason for the wraith so how I'm thinking why would they lie on us
We hit his lid and slid, as n***as was screaming bro don't die on us
Leafy be drippin' the fear of God cuz I know that he got his eye on us
I go Dior and Celine, bitch said I get to much paper to be wearing McQueen
I drop a rack on the backpack, cuz it ain't know way Amiri's fittin' a bean

[Chorus 3: OT7 Quanny]
All this fucking cash inside the bag, they think I make this shit
I just met a Mexican from LA, said he can make a brick
It's this one op that bought a chain, but we gon' take that shit
Reach for my wrist, you taking what, you gon' take the clip
[Chorus 4: Leaf Ward]
Big choppa, get to rippin' through his crib, when it get to breakin' shit
And if them n***as still don't get the picture, we gon' get the snake and shit
Fuck n***as, if it's ever stuck with us, we ain't faking shit
He got smoked while he was on his way, he gon' be late as shit
Ridin' round with a choppa in the chop, we ain't worried about cops
We put a name on it and then go to another hood, cuz we gotta swap
I got a whole dime for the drop, you stupid if you think a bitch not
I know a n***a that's tryna get buzzed with racks, you fuck around get shot

[Chorus 5: OT7 Quanny]
Free my lil' folks and them, they said that the feds got him
I just bought some Christian Dior's, what the fuck is red bottoms
I.S.T.G., if this n***a slip
He go to S.L.E.E.P., I'm still in the trap
With them wolves, and a ZG
You been in the game for all them years, and you ain't get the chip, you CP3
Fucked her every day, for one thing, I get the bag and then I'm going home
I have conversations with my money when I'm home alone
Keep your door locked, cuz if it's open, then I'm snaking n***as
Had my youngins take your burner, then bake your potato with it
Bitch I turn my stripes inside this shit, I'm with Adidas gang
Its this one op, we get the drop, and then we leavin' gang