[Intro]
(DJ Phat drop that shit)
(DJ Phatt, aw, man!)

[Verse 1]
Huh, you know the BandGang when we came out the gutter (Huh)
N***a you ain't gotta tell me, we already know these n***as don't love us
Pull out that fye' he wheezing, we'll pop that boy on TV
Locked up shit drama queen like Jak II but this Fiji
No Vinny Cox see that pussy baby don't tease me
I'm on collect call with her, I wanna fuck her
I already said when I get out, I'm finna bust her
Whoa we don't do no fucking back in forth, Whoa dont even touch him (Hmm)
Rue pulled out that stick hit him with that big n***a turn him Melvin
He just believe you, already told him repercussion
Huh It’s Up, fuck n***a man it's stuck
Wannabe, man you not onе of us (Huh)
I pulled a .30 on that n***a needa' back up (Huh)
Me and King 30 and this fuckin' bitch needa' turn up
My body got all types of drugs in my systеm
I just wanna dunk my opp like Scottie Pipen
And Rue walk with that AR might kiss it
I told him that im playing harder they don't listen
Glock .26 that lil' bitch a kisser (Huh)
Ma knew I was a star, for she even heard bout' the Lil' differ (Huh)
I treat life like groupchat, they switchin' out then we get em (Huh)
You drunk, bitch you just trippin
Huh, and the gang stuck we smokin that sticky
And Lil' BJ call me I know he miss me
When Kel pull up on me he buy a new blicky
I mean Trix are for kids but that hoe not that tricky
I ain't say she ain't goin, yeah that hoe trickin
Bih' left me, love ain't giving
I’m pushing P n***a, fuck P Diddy
And Gen 5 on me n***a fuck yo city
Slide, on his block with a new fye at they store
We got Mob ties n***a kick front door
I go there tonight thuggin, with JoJo
We caught that boy lackin' n***a, where the fuck yo pole?
All that Instagram flagging n***a you ain't bold
How the fuck you gon' follow n***a, if you ain't know me?
7 bands in my pocket still ain't got ringtone
[Verse 2]
But baby we flipping bitches we ain't claimin' these hoes (Huh)
Feel like the clearest one I'm poppin out we shoot that boy just like Django
Huh, fell out with close friends n***a really got his fuckin hit with Tadoe
The barrel on the stick that bih' potato (Huh)
My trap hell with the stick man, we shoot at his fro' (Hmm, yeah)
Double down on me, you know this stick on me' bih' we apply pressure
Play with the Mob n***a this on God, we might have to take it street measures
All the young n***as, they wanna hang with Goodfellas
I'ma die n***a, we knock yo' ass off, don't do no extra
Huh, n***a we get in a shootout n***a we don't tote no Beretta
Cook out, out a house snake out to get him
Huh, put him on a damn plate then we call him dinner (Yeah)

[Outro]
(It's up)