[Intro: DJ Drama & C Stunna]
Not the two, not the three (You aren't even a cool breeze for my man, Taz)
You know us, we the ones
Yeah

[Chorus: C Stunna, Wizz Havinn & DJ Drama]
In my section, n***as know we bringin' in them funds
Got these n***as hatin', big cappin', they know we the ones
Ridin' with acoustics, all my n***as dummy with them drums
Hit her from the back, felt like Wizz, yellin', "N***a, uh" (DJ Drama)
I ain't arguin' with that jit, I know that n***a done
N***a play up in this bitch, I send his ass up past the sun
Real street n***a, I'll put my blick down and catch the one
Never seen that boy around the way, so I ain't gon' serve him nothin'

[Verse: C Stunna & Wizz Havinn]
Uh, yeah, put a switchy on that Nina, make her ass stutter
Plug'll trust me with that sack 'cause I won't nеver fumble
Throwin' bitches out thе crib like it's a Royal Rumble
We can't bring that blick inside the show, so we gon' charge 'em double
Circle come out thick and yellow, juggs, call it butter
Put pressure down in the field, we make n***as go up in a huddle
I get the sack and touch down, I won't never fumble
All this motion that I'm havin', n***a, yeah, I feel like Stunna
Ayy, you n***as keep the seat warm when we stand on business
See this wet, that's my Perky, bitch, I'm heavy glitchin'
Money make the world go 'round, bet I'm heavy dizzy
Bitches always nag for me for my time when they ain't worth a minute
N***a, I was born wit' it, you see how I pop it
Heavy drippin' in this motherfucker, I replace the faucet
In my city, I just say a word and I'm the trendin' topic
Never bein' stingy with that motion, it ain't nothin' to lob it
Ayy, n***a, get money and stunt, yeah, that's my hobby
Pop a Percocet, I go to glitchin', I get out my body
Feel like Longway-Longway n***a, I'm outchea runnin' 'round the lobby
Havin' dog shit on me, my n***a, you see it in my pocket
Ayy, yeah, and that's no rap cap
We really stand on business, 'round this bitch you'll get your hat tapped
Slime a n***a out and make him come and buy his sack back
Really in that field, I'll get a n***a crack backed
[Chorus: C Stunna & Wizz Havinn]
In my section, n***as know we bringin' in them funds
Got these n***as hatin', big cappin', they know we the ones
Ridin' with acoustics, all my n***as dummy with them drums
Hit her from the back, felt like Wizz, yellin', "N***a, uh"
I ain't arguin' with that jit, I know that n***a done
N***a play up in this bitch, I send his ass up past the sun
Real street n***a, I'll put my blick down and catch the one
Never seen that boy around the way, so I ain't gon' serve him nothin'

[Outro: DJ Drama]
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
You lost, we won
BTM