[Verse 1: Mike Vercetti]
It's a cold world, n***a, better bundle up
Better get your mind together, better huddle up
I'm catchin' plays any side of town, bitch, I'm pullin' up
Don't be surprised when I pull up in the Bentley truck
My n***a only wear white tees, but he keep fifty tucked
My young n***a bought three Glock 19s when he turned twenty-one
You rarely see me out on the scene, I'm really in the cut
I'd rather sit back, stack up my cheese and keep on addin' funds
'Member when a n***a had nothing
Now it's double G's on our buckle, figuring this life shit likе a puzzle
Need a bitch don't need no introduction
She already know how I'm comin'
Onе of the flyest n***as in it and never been under
I think it's time to talk my shit 'cause I'm tired of bein' humble
These n***as all weirdos and lil' n***as outnumbered
If I don't know nothin', one thing I know, I'ma get some money
Stick to the code, stay G, my pride, you can't take it from me
Homicide been on my mind 'cause I be killin' shit
Effortless, fly when I arrive, I hardly try, kid
That's another three-five, know I'm burinin' the finest piff
Your bitch see the difference, she know you a square and that I'm him
Ain't no competition, none of these n***as, they can't contend
I was a young n***a when I went and touched my first ten
Sold my n***a some outdoor, he shot 'em out to the Tenn'
Made a killing on them bitches and came and did it again
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
I just grabbed another striker, now I'm finna switch the VIN
Man, this bitch ain't even mine and I'm finna get some tint
He tried to offer me twenty-five, man, he must be off the fent'
Almost beat a n***a ass over a song 'cause he ain't send me splits
Dropped out of school and started trappin', been hustlin' ever since a jit
A n***a tried me on the Fourth of July, ain't make it to the fifth
Brodie head fucked up, he fightin' demons, he just faced a fit
He came outside while his shit was gettin' snatched and tried to chase his whip
Dummy, man, that shit is over
Just go down to the station, report your shit as stolen
Just put on the gloves on with my pockets, now my shit is swollen
Cruisin' in a boat, sippin' Wock', I got that shit from pourin'
N***a, I'm really havin' motion
Call the chop key to your chest 'cause it'll leave it open
Ridin' with a Glock, cruisin' in a Ford because I gotta focus
Bitch, don't try to give me your heart, 'cause I'll leave it broken

[Outro: Babyfxce E]
Yeah, it's with an X, n***a
Fxce