[Intro: C Blu & Kyle Richh]
We outside, it's a fuckin' movie
4100 in Miami
Graah graah boom
We Smoke Notti
We Smoke Dotty
We Smoke Rooz
We Smoke Paar
We Smoke Melly
And we smoke Gdot n***a
We outside, it's a fuckin' movie
Suck my dick
C Blu

[Verse 1: C Blu]
Yell out "187" when we bend through
That's a man down on the ground
We erase him like there was a pencil
Now his momma sittin' with a frown
I'm the God, you n***as is my prophet
You gon' die tryna take me down
We the trending topic, n***a, stop it
Wanna be us, n***a, cause' you not it
Deucе deuce, I keep it in my pocket
Any loosе cowards tryna get my pockets
Just know, C Blu really got it
100 on bail, did it with no problem
Staying locked never was an option
But if I did, I would've had the knockings
They want beef, we got shells, no tacos
Yell out Dubz, looking for the Vatos
All black feeling like I'm Max
Catch a opp, he gon' feel my pain
Got the addy, spinning through all day
Finna make a scene, Broadway
When I 'oot, just get up out my way
Got 11 feeling like I'm Klay
Bro got the Curry, finna let it rain
[Verse 2: Tata]
Br-Bro got the Curry, finna let it what?
How you mad cause' you stuck on the block?
Lil n***a go put in some work
Oh I forgot, he can't go to his block
That n***a a bitch, all he need is a skirt
Call me Thor, cause' I stay with a hammer
It's still free all my n***a out the slammer
Lil' n***a, go pick up a gun
How you smoke bro moms when your moms got cancer?
And when n***as was jacking you snitching
We the ones took you in, now you dissing
He was begging to be 41
N***as said he ain't dub, and then he started bitching
On bro I just got a new gun
Like I be feinin' to click it and click it
Hop out the V, don't run, don't move
Like [?], I might throw like 2
Big 41, it can't fit in my shoes
And if he with his bitch, she gon' die with him too
Get on his body and shoot him for fun
Shot after shot like we was at a bar
And I'm wit' 'Lato, he ready to 'oot
How you say I'm a bum and you sleepin' in cars?
Damn