[Intro: Dillmatic]
What's good, Damma?
ISO to the indies
Yeah

[Chorus: Dillmatic]
Open up the door, watch all the Gs forward (ISO)
Smoke clouds follow while we hit another quarter
Fifties on a carry-on, feel like a transporter
It's a privilege, to know me, that's a Hunnid on my broski
One-two-punch, damn, this thing hittin' fully
Fresh pot of gumbo and we back up on our bully
Beat by Damma, shout out to the boy Cushy
Now I'm everything I could be
Shades on with a hoodie

[Verse 1: Dillmatic]
Puff a lil' somethin' so you think I got my eyes closed
These are one or nothin', no, baby, these is not those
Gettin' so much chicken, block cats outta tacos
Gettin' so much packs like we gotta scan a barcode
Gettin' so much, ay, 'cause we workin' outta ISO
Shoulda went Indies, but you didn't, now you dry snow (No, you didn't)
Baby, come to Brooklyn, yeah, you know they movin' shiest-o
Told her pull it over and got Areno rhinestone
Everything a process, checkin' and deposits
Gotta shoot closet, many complex cause it
He a true prophet in the true pocket
Rackin' Club Days, yeah, we used to be on Moffit
Gettin' so much, well, with so much in this world
Mind is what you make it, then every day's a turn
I ain't ever settled so you better up the score
Put the pedal to the floor, yo, check the dashboard (Skrt-skrt-skrt)
Gettin' so much, well, with so much in this world
Mind is what you make it, then every day's a turn
I ain't ever settled so you better up the score
Put the pedal to the floor (Skrt-skrt-skrt), yo, check the dashboard, ‘cause they (Skrt-skrt-skrt)
[Chorus: Dillmatic]
Open up the door, watch all the Gs forward (ISO)
Smoke clouds follow while we hit another quarter
Fifties on a carry-on, feel like a transporter
It's a privilege, to know me, that's a Hunnid on my broski
One-two-punch, damn, this thing hittin' fully
Fresh pot of gumbo and we back up on our bully
Beat by Damma, shout out to the boy Cushy
Now I'm everything I could be
Shades on with a hoodie

[Verse 2: ConchezYout]
Uh-huh!
And you know that hoodie ISO (Word)
When we touch stage, yeah, you know that it's a light show (Light it up)
If you ain't got no za', then you can't join a Cyph', bro
N***as in the hood throwin’ stick-ups with a rifle (Doot-doot!)
I just keep it business, man, if I don't really like you (Facts)
She was tryna front, but she still let me pipe, though
Pockets stay fat, n***a, I don't need lipo
Savin' up my bread for insurance like Geico
Gettin' to the chicken like we eatin' out at Roscoe's (Gettin' to it)
We was in the hood, really trappin' off our iPhones (Uh-huh)
People move fake, then they act like they're reliable (You know that)
Always speak truth, right hand on the Bible (Speak the truth)
Never stoop low, I'ma always take the high road
Now my son one, I'm like, damn, where the time go?
If I say I love you, I'ma always help my pride, bro
I'm Esco' with the bars, got me feelin' like Pablo, ay
Livin' for the moment, I don't know about tomorrow
Do this for the people that just wanna see me shine, though
They was tryna rush us, but we really took our time, though
You ask me how I'm feelin', I'ma speak what's on my mind, bro
Book another flight, I think I'm tryna go to Cabo
I just wanna travel, goin' in and out of time zones
Came up from the bottom, man, this shit is really mind blowin'
Conchez to the 'Yout and Dillmatic, we the combo, yeah (ISO), Indies
[Outro: ConchezYout]
Gettin' to it
Gettin' to it
Gettin' to the chicken, n***a
Damma on the beat