[Intro: Raccz]
Hold up ([?] so nasty)
(Mm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz)
It's Raccz on this shit, man, fuck it, man

[Chorus: Raccz]
Come and stay wit' my G
I stay wit' my G, I ain't ever been shot
You ain't ever bend a block on a opp
N***as be talkin' like they make somethin' drop
I made ten for my block, no flop
Call up shh–, gon' pour up the Wock', like
V8 when I'm diggin' through the traffic
Your bitch suckin' dick from the pass' seat

[Verse 1: Raccz]
[?] pass me
[?] Sally
[?] bring the ratty
[?] too chatty, like
[?] wish they could whack us
[?] no back-up
[?] that I'm masked up
[?] put the flag up, like
[?] out the Cali'
[?] wit' my Jackie
[?] let 'em pack me
[?] doin' us badly, like
[?] stay out the way
[?] bring it today
'Cause Tucker itchin'–
'Cause Tucker itchin', he don't know what to spray
[?] found me a way
[?] comin' to play
[?] know what to say, like, hold up
[?] not
[?] no pot
[?] catchin' a shot
[?] somethin' they not
[Verse 2: Tucker Hundredz]
Nig-N***as know nothin' 'bout missions
[?] livin' for a imagе
[?] never spinnin'
[?] distance
[?] with it
[?] I'm giftеd
[?] wit' the Smith N'
([?] hit him)
[?] it's gon' lift him
[?] day
[?]
[?] let's get paid
Chevy, 30K next day
I swear that's all I gotta say

[Chorus: Raccz]
(Come and stay wit' my G
I stay wit' my G, I ain't ever been shot
You ain't ever bend a block on a opp
N***as be talkin' like they make somethin' drop
I made ten for my block, no flop
Call up shh–, gon' pour up the Wock', like
V8 when I'm diggin' through the traffic
Your bitch suckin' dick from the pass' seat)
[Verse 3: Certi2Sturdy & Raccz]
[?] too classy
[?] pretty and nasty
[?] tell her to pass it
[?] it get tragic
[?] flaggin'?
[?] tactics
[?] you know I'ma blast it
[?] traffic
[?] we pistol-packin'
[?] through the line, [?] say, "What's stackin'?"

[Verse 4: Quelly Woo]
Look, what's crackin', what's the word?
Feel like a creep by the way that I lurk (Lurk)
I'm with Tuck' (He shoot like Dirk)
Fiendin' to put a dizzy into dirt (Dirt)
Tryna put a Choo into ground
Too many Gs, like, too many rounds
I think I see shh–, Certi hawk him down
.40 clappin' like a thunder sound
I'm with Raccz, he make it to them bucks
[?] Kush [?] n***a to dust
Better get low, like, bullets scadaddle
I brought my tan to the battle
N***as pussy, know we gonna tattle
Free [?], like, [?] gonna tattle
(That was your slime, that was really your bro
[?] show you some n***as gon' fold
When they get in that room, everythin' gon' be told, like
Everythin' gon' be known)