[Intro]
(RJBaNKS on the beat) Can't get down with the mob (Ah, yeah)
I had to let that .40, "Glah," extendo pop, pew (Ayy), n***a
Mm, can't get down with the gang (Yeah), make that .40 bang (We Extendo Gang)
Fah, glaow, ayy, yeah, ayy, mm
It's—, yah (Fah, fah, fah), ayy, glaow, baow, yeah (Yeah), hmm-hmm, ayy (Gang shit)
Ayy, ayy, fuck n***a (Bitch), ayy, ayy, gang shit
Ayy, ayy, mob shit, mm

[Chorus]
N***a, we ain't cool, you can't get down with the mob
Where the fuck you was when I was outchea tryna rob, n***a?
Where the fuck you was when we had shootouts with the opps? Hmm (We had shootouts, glaow, baow)
Thought this shit was sweet, I had to let that .40 pop (I had to let that .40 go)
I'm sliding with a bisexual gun up in the coupe (Ayy, ayy, why?)
'Cause this bitch'll blow at n***as, bitches, too
And they said a young n***a couldn't get thеse racks, I'm living proof
And Criss Angel money, I drop that bag, you gon' go poof, yеah (Ayy, yeah, he gone)

[Verse]
Make a n***a body shake with this FN, ayy (Hoo, glaow)
I put thirty on my Glock like I'm Stephen, ayy (Ayy, come on, man)
Y'all must use the elevator 'cause y'all ain't steppin', ayy (Ayy, on God, n***a)
Young n***a hot, booth catch on fire every time I step in, ayy (Hoo, hoo)
Blue tips and blue strips (Huh?)
Can't do no dirt with n***as (Ayy), all y'all got loose lips
Hey, fuck lil' shawty good (Hoo), now she got loose hips
Hit your block, you better duck like it's a fucking goose here, n***a (Glaow, ayy, glaow, ayy, glaow, yeah)
Three-five in my 'Wood, I don't play for the Nets, huh
I was skippin' school (Ayy), you was teacher's pet, n***a
K5 in the cut, he tryna find some shit to stretch, ayy
Shawty ride the dick just like a bike, she know I'm next, yeah
[Chorus]
N***a, we ain't cool, you can't get down with the mob
Where the fuck you was when I was outchea tryna rob, n***a?
Where the fuck you was when we had shootouts with the opps? Hmm (We had shootouts, glaow, baow)
Thought this shit was sweet, I had to let that .40 pop (I had to let that .40 go)
I'm sliding with a bisexual gun up in the coupe (Ayy, ayy, why?)
'Cause this bitch'll blow at n***as, bitches, too
And they said a young n***a couldn't get these racks, I'm living proof
And Criss Angel money, I drop that bag, you gon' go poof, yeah (Ayy, yeah, he gone)