[Intro]
(DJ G got a hit)
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n***as)

[Verse 1: MBK Boogz]
Brodie tryna drill somethin', tell that n***a chill or somethin'
We gettin' to this pape', yeah, we got a mil' comin'
Yeah, these n***as phony, why they call me brodie?
I was ridin' with my brother, yeah, we hit 'em, that's a trophy
When you stayin' in your lane, you see a bigger bag
And I ain't beefin' with no lame that never seen no cash
And I was down on my ass and now I'm rentin' Jags
And we could pop up on an opp just to blitz his ass
And when you runnin' up that pape', you can't trust a n***a
How you turn into an opp? Man, you ate lunch with a n***a
Thought you would kill for a n***a, but you ain't pull your trigger
So I got active with my Glock and then I popped a jigga
Damn, my heart turned cold, did you have to fold?
I put my eyеs on that road, my heart in them stores
Tryna fuck up a storе, bring back a load
You tryna fuck with these hoes and give 'em your pros
I just bust on a ho, she know how it go

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
N***a, I sell weed, leave the store to bro
We got Glock 23s, better slow your roll
You think she loyal, but she not, better trust me, bro
'Cause she was on my dick, all I did was drop a 'fit
Then my shit was on her lips, drop my kids off on her tits
Yeah, I know that shit illegal, but I still ride with stick
Should've joined the fuckin' Beatles, I got drums and some sticks
Bitch asked for some pape', somebody slipped her ass a mick
Oh, that's Baby E and Boogz? Bro, we gotta get a pick
[Verse 3: MBK Boogz]
I called E, I told him let's match the bank
He got the spot slappin' so hard, you'd think it's House of Dank
When I walk in the crib, I see him countin' pape'
We some hustlin'-ass n***as tryna flood the safe
Boohbopdiddy, I be gettin' busy
Catch an opp in the alley, do him like he Ricky
You a ho about this shit, I'm steppin' with my fifty
We shut the opps down, slappin' fives, yeah, we gettin' litty
You n***as mad y'all gotta catch up
Bet I'm steppin' on necks, ain't no lettin' up
I lost my brother to a bitch, yeah, she set him up
Why this n***a tryna flex in a standard plus?
He got his bag took and he fumbled up
He slid back down the street, we wet the car up

[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
It's the forties on your side, lift the bar up
Shootin' 40s at your car, leave your car stuck
Man, that shit don't look like zaz, yeah, that's our stuff
It's a line at the shop, our shit like Starbucks
Damn, I got her starstruck
Man, y'all n***as ain't fuckin' with me
Why you tryna run, knowin' you can't duck a fifty?
Wonderin' why your shit jam? It's a fuckin' Smitty
Spray your Glock like it's Pam, tear his fuckin' kidneys
Really littest in the city
[Verse 5: MBK Boogz]
We the littest in the city
And, yeah, we playin' with them glizzies
Boohbopdiddy
Leave his face lookin' shitty
Tell her throw that ass back for a real n***a
If I run into a real plug, I'm tryna build with him
If they fuck you over broad day, I'll kill with you
I know I fucked your head up, I'ma pop a seal with you
When that drink hit my kidney, my body move slow
Fucked a bougie bitch, I just made her drive the boat
Tryna hit another friend, playin' eenie-miney-mo
I just got lucky, now I'm playin' with her throat

[Verse 6: Babyfxce E]
Damn, we on the road again
Boogz bust a bitch down, but I hoed her friend
If you can't sell a pound, I won't recommend
Makin' so much money, can't even comprehend
N***a, what is over-spend?
You really wanna be my friend?
Shit so deep, gotta jump you in
And if you try to steal, we'll snap your hands
And that shit over, you say bye to fam
That's really where you wanna end?