[Intro: Babyfxce E]
(Oh yeah, that jit Tucky fye)
Yeah, that jit Tucky fye
I'm just drivin', tryna spot an opp

[Verse 1: Babyfxce E]
Ain't no cameras, low population, this the perfect spot
Ain't fill no application, only job was to work the spot
I went, "Bro, when you buy the drank, make sure it's straight drop"
I'll let the kids play with the pint 'cause they can't work the top
Runnin' up this pape', now this money got a hold on me
Throwin' bands up in Chase, now my account got a hold on it
Ten thousand up in blues, I don't wanna have a roll on me
Stackin' bread for too long, now this shit startin' to mold on me
Wait, that ain't fuckin' good
I don't smoke weed 'cause I don't wanna drop the 'Wood
I want my money tonight like Pac and Suge
Or you gon' be seein' two lights and the doctors tryna stop the blood
(What that mean?), you gon' be in the 'spital
I got a Glock 19, first name's X and Malcolm is his middle
Free all of my dogs that's in the pound and let 'em out the kennel
I know some n***as that got more school buses than Mrs. Frizzle

[Interlude: Babyfxce E]
Big dog, n***as tuck they tail when I get around
N***as talkin' crazy in the party, catch 'em walkin' out
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
N***a try to run like this track, we gon' hawk him down
Mini-Drac' hit him in his back, we gon' walk him down
Hollow tip hit him in his cap, we gon' chalk him out
I got a team full of shooters, all my n***as gettin' offers now
810, Flint-Town, all you hear is gun sounds
Shootout 'til the fuckin' sun up, 'til the sun down
Soon as you put your gun up, you gettin' gunned down
My city fucked up, I can't even give your ass a rundown

[Verse 3: FBE JT]
Since n***as wanna run they mouth, man, we can't talk it out
Told bro we in too deep, ain't no stoppin' now
They say he had a party, then we poppin' out
And bro like Bobby, he see you, then he gon' hawk you down
I mean chalk you out
Why your hand out? You want a handout
Just tryna get rich, that's the plan now
I'm runnin' to the money, can't sit down, gotta stand out
Or that's your mans? He ain't breakin' bread, I don't understand
How you still be around him, shit, I'd be damned
How is you a man, but ain't stand on what the fuck you said?
How is you a man, but got hoes tellin' me what you sayin'?
She said she got a man
Don't give a fuck 'bout what she said, still gettin' slammed
And bro almost went fed tryna make some bands
And FBE my brothers, I ain't got no friends
[Outro: FBE JT]
Tryna make it to the top, tryna make it to the top
N***as really actin' like your mans, but they really not
But they really not
They tryna take your spot
They tryna get your guap
Yeah