[Intro: Cel NoLackin]
Phew, huh?
N***a, no lackin', pistol packin', baby
You know how it go, ha
(Turn me up, [?])
Listen, uh, listen

[Chorus: Cel NoLackin]
I dropped a bag inside the hood, now all my opps be greivin'
The law had stopped us on that drill, if not, they wouldn't be breathing
Lil' Twelve been throwed off in the head, just give him any reason
I had got that bag and bought the switches, now they just got squeezin'
I control the block, couldn't name a n***a that run this shit like me
Go gas up any opp, go gas that block and put his tank on E
You had to catch a opp or run stuff down if you throw up the three
I'm throwed off in the head, you get a bag if you go catch a P

[Verse 1: Cel NoLackin]
Shoutout O, he brought me out the trench, I'm finna' run it up
I'm still inside the trench, I hop in hot cars worth a hunnid'-plus
N***as talkin' 'bout they in the race, but they some runner-ups
This shit came from some hard work and dedication, this shit ain't no fuckin' luck (Phew)
You got that lo'? Go spin and fuck it up
They can't fuck wit' me, I got that bag, bitch, we in [?] trucks
Just look at me, I got them diamonds, bitch, my neck gon' bust
I'm gon' flash a smile, then show this bag, then she gon' wanna fuck (Phew)
I got my chance, fuck I look like givin' this shit up?
We get that lo', gon' bend that block and put some shit up
Repercussions on they block, we hit they mans, they yellin', "Get up"
I did a drill inside the Trackhawk, switch the whip, I put my kit up
[Chorus: Cel NoLackin]
I dropped a bag inside the hood, now all my opps be greivin'
The law had stopped us on that drill, if not, they wouldn't be breathing
Lil' Twelve been throwed off in the head, just give him any reason
I had got that bag and bought the switches, now they just got squeezin'
I control the block, couldn't name a n***a that run this shit like me
Go gas up any opp, go gas that block and put his tank on E
You had to catch a opp or run stuff down if you throw up the three
I'm throwed off in the head, you get a bag if you go catch a P

[Verse 2: Enphamus]
Tryna' tell myself, "Don't nut," but shawty ass look like a donut
We was four-deep in a Jeep ridin' down on D Block doin' donuts
The opps can't sleep until them bitches see, like me and Coco broke up
And I can't eat unless we all eat, the selfish n***as choke up
Who the fuck raised you n***as? If I'm broke, I don't even want no pussy
I can't wait to see that cappin' bitch, a .40-cal or swisher
Bend the corner, hop out, walk it out, lil' bitch, I ain't no rookie
Pocket full of blues, I be wit' Bloods, but I still fuck wit' [?]
If I need his hat, ain't gotta' walk inside no Lids to get it
Fully wit' a standard, you a bitch, boy, you ain't got extensions
Every one I know who caught a brain, they barely seen a prison
Sorry, I shoot first, and that's on Jay, you bet' not act suspicious

[Chorus: Cel NoLackin]
I dropped a bag inside the hood, now all my opps be greivin'
The law had stopped us on that drill, if not, they wouldn't be breathing
Lil' Twelve been throwed off in the head, just give him any reason
I had got that bag and bought the switches, now they just got squeezin'
I control the block, couldn't name a n***a that run this shit like me
Go gas up any opp, go gas that block and put his tank on E
You had to catch a opp or run stuff down if you throw up the three
I'm throwed off in the head, you get a bag if you go catch a P