[Verse 1: Doughboy Roc]
My third day home, I bought a couple K's
I only use this phone when I'm bout to make some plays
Fuckin' with the dog, ask my n***a dave
This shit deeper than rap I'ma take it to my grave
I took the hard way, Penny
But no I don't like you n***a, I ain't friendly
N***as in trouble, I didn't even reach my peak
300 grams, that shit gone in bout a week
I ball n***a, with a tall n***a, he don't shoot jumpers
He just tote thumpers, a soldier for real
Ya'll n***as talk, my n***as murder for real
I'm squeezing first, Jordan next to shoot
Walk with me I show you how to execute

[Chorus: Doughboy Roc]
This for my n***as selling bows, and flipping pies
Hitting licks, and robbing guys
This for my n***as selling bows, and flipping pies
Hitting licks, and robbing guys
You see its savage when you look in my eyes
I'm connected I got mob ties
You see its savage when you look in my eyes
I'm connected I got mob ties

[Verse 2: Doughboy Roc]
I'm out every night, I can't help it, I love drinking
Boy you fucked up, I don't know what you was thinkin'
These n***as sinkin', they need a lifeline
Meanwhile I'm strappin' baby you know [?]
Free [?] and my cousin june
I ain't never stole shit if anything I took it
Tryna walk a straight line but these n***as crooked
No Mercy round my way cause they ain't fed us
Bitch I money get, plus I head bust
You understand what they'll do for a measly band?
Stop playing that's why I keep the heat stick
Cause these streets sick
You'll never be shit, and me I'ma be rich
Ball and still play defense
Ball and still play defense
[Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni]
Its just business, that's what I keep telling myself
Got tired of the middleman, went and mailed it myself
If I got money on that truck I'ma trail it myself
If my face wasn't so hot, I'd sell it myself
Dime status, I got a Versace and dime habit
Didn't shit come overnight, I had to spend time at it
I'ma hustler, you a motherfuckin' clown
I'm LOL n***a, loaded off loud
Riding down 7 mile but to scoop up Quis then pull up on Kidd while on the phone with [?]
A n***a gotta go, fuck him, he gon get his soon
Right now we counting cash, bro don't let a soul in this room
We on that mob shit heavy, you lil n***as petty
Connect knew I was real from the first day he met me
OGs respect me, this 40 gon protect me
BYLUG mob ties cross us it get deadly

[Chorus: Doughboy Roc]
This for my n***as selling bows, and flipping pies
Hitting licks, and robbing guys
This for my n***as selling bows, and flipping pies
Hitting licks, and robbing guys
You see its savage when you look in my eyes
I'm connected I got mob ties