[Verse 1: Certified Trapper]
How you talkin' down, but you never really rode with me?
I know you know my brother, he a demon, yeah, he quick to reap
Got the boy in the blender, squeeze the top and you be like, "Sheesh"
Why you out here petty zip coppin', tryna be like Meech?
Tweakin' with my brother, send a blitz, fuckin' football team
Put a fifty strip on the ground, hit the boxing ring
You wasn't coppin' bricks, you was 'round with that case of green
Beat that lil' pussy to the ground, she was chasin' me
If they get me in that room on the East, I won't say a thing
If they get me in that room on thе East, I won't say a thing
'Bout to time-travel back three years, sip an еight of green
Granny got a script of Perc' 30s, cuddy ate the bean

[Verse 2: G.T.]
Bro, I get one-fifty down the way, why wouldn't I stay?
Bitch n***a kept on playin' tough, had to fight the K
Dumb-ass n***a wasn't thinkin', threw his life away
Road trips, D n***a, Tennessee license plate
Wake up early 'round six, had to flush an eight
Can't smoke that weed around me, dog, it's not from the Bay
Met a bad lightskinned bitch flyin' to LA
Say she from Vallejo, now I'm pimpin' her like Mac Dre
You not really 'bout this shit, you around this shit like Dr. Dre
I just touched down, I got some pounds to flip, now let's play
Been here two hours, I already made like 50K
Certified Trapper said, "Big bro, you rigged the game"