[Chorus: Aaron Temple]
You n***as sleeping on me here we go again
Goin in til' I roll up in a fuckin yacht ayy
Right up on Jefferson, right up on the block ayy
Ducking from the jealousy, somebody might get popped
You n***as sleeping on me here we go again
Goin in til' I roll up in a fuckin yacht ayy
Right up on Jefferson, right up on the block ayy
Ducking from the jealousy, somebody might get popped

[Verse 1: Aaron Temple]
This for little Z man
For him I go he-man
Know I need that cheese fam
Ride around town something decent
No more of this at least shit
Ownership
No more of this lease shìt
Best of best
My bitch get new breast for thе dress
A stupid address
Ask anything ass for the jеans
Bussin’ out seams bus in more seeds
So much fuckin’ need a bus for these
She could leave but money guarantee
She gone never not love me
Don’t push me
Take the tv but leave the pussy
That was Pryor now we on fire
UGLYFACE with a bullet
Pussy until you fuck wit me to pull it
This ain’t pretend we on defense
We ain’t scared we God’s son
Thugged out for loved ones
Live life so I can hug my son
Grow him up
Then show him how we grow some
Roll us a blunt with too much sauce
Fuck him once
Ellery told me better me
Than one of these young ones
No time for the edit
Get yo credit dog smarten up some
We on the hunt no grills and no fronts
Just mills for the runts killed tryna stunt
We on the prowl low profile
All smiles but growl like the 808
If you around my plate
[Chorus: Aaron Temple]
You n***as sleeping on me here we go again
Goin in til' I roll up in a fuckin yacht ayy
Right up on Jefferson, right up on the block ayy
Ducking from the jealousy, somebody might get popped
You n***as sleeping on me here we go again
Goin in til' I roll up in a fuckin yacht ayy
Right up on Jefferson, right up on the block ayy
Ducking from the jealousy, somebody might get popped

[Verse 2: Aric Jones]
Wake up wake up
First of the month
Suck till I nut
I don't do nothing stunt
Calling they bluff
Writing till nobody left
I push a whip with no keys
Straight to the keys
Keep it a hunned and fifty
I drink till I'm drunk
I'm charging up
These rappers sleeping that's dragon ball z's
And it sound like war when I flo
In other words it's ground beef
I'm on the right side of pianos
Playing minor chords in high keys
I got the shorts over knees
Venice beach dro in the breeze
I feel like a chief
Hope you ain't thinking I'm soft
Cuz I got some gangstas with me
And they be
Black assassins Button mashing
Ass smacking Easy macking
Think I'm Danny Glover Mel Gibson
In a session ima lethal weapon
And I'm never on safety
Please try to make it home safely
Cell phone tapped off that Kim Basinger
In a room full of bass heads hood by the way we act
But these hood n***as call me brainiac
White folk say abrasive
All I do is acme like animaniacs
And sip my own juice without a chaser
I'm Schwarzenegger with the leather jacket
I'm telepathic with a tomahawk
Slide up Jefferson
Right up on your block
Put my N***as on
Then take the summer off
[Chorus: Aaron Temple]
You n***as sleeping on me here we go again
Goin in til' I roll up in a fuckin yacht ayy
Right up on Jefferson, right up on the block ayy
Ducking from the jealousy, somebody might get popped
You n***as sleeping on me here we go again
Goin in til' I roll up in a fuckin yacht ayy
Right up on Jefferson, right up on the block ayy
Ducking from the jeal-