[Chorus: HBK Kidd]
Young ballers label us, some lust, some hatin’ us
This lifestyle made for us, when we pull Mercedes up
Hoes call to lay with us, do anything to date with us
And leave they man to hang with us, when we pull Mercedes up
On the grind, chasin’ butts, no such thang as maden up
But you can tell we makin’ up, when we pull Mercedes up
Y'all could fly away with us, first-class, pray for us
Ship ‘em to the A with us, so we can pull Mercedes up

[Verse 1: HBK Kidd]
BYLUG
We came to stunt, pullin’ Benz’s, painted up
Saw your bitch, my chain was tucked
I took it out and made her fuck
Your n***a lame as fuck, perped out, he fake the funk
If his piece ain’t twenty G’s or more, he ain’t with us
Bad hoes, we change ‘em up
You share them hoes? The same with us
They do anything for us, ‘cause money ain’t a thing with us
Valet Mercedes up, boy, get out this lane with us
S550 to the coupe, we change ‘em up
Blamin’ us, ‘cause we got whole city tryna step it up
They come across a crew, yeah
Who up there neck-to-neck with us?
Chains on every neck with us
Shame on the n***as tryna flex on us
Squirt ‘em with mustard, ‘cause they ain’t ketch-in up
You got to show respect to us Overlords
Or I’ma take your bitch and go overboard
Like dinner on a boat, cruisin’ over shores
Her pussy get wetter when that motor roar
[Chorus: HBK Kidd]
Young ballers label us, some lust, some hatin’ us
This lifestyle made for us, when we pull Mercedes up
Hoes call to lay with us, do anything to date with us
And leave they man to hang with us, when we pull Mercedes up
On the grind, chasin’ butts, no such thang as maden up
But you can tell we makin’ up, when we pull Mercedes up
Y'all could fly away with us, first-class, pray for us
Ship ‘em to the A with us, so we can pull Mercedes up

[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
4-1
Pullin’ Benz’s up, you should come and spend with us
Load your drop, you can cop, if it’s only ten and up
Bad bitches diggin’ us, bitch n***as sick of us
Diamond chain around my neck, solitaire is big as fuck
Rose gold, yellow gold, white gold, I mix it up
Louis bag waitin’ on me in the coupe, I picked it up
All rubber-band stacks big as bricks fill the duffle up
Pickin’ until my life will make a n***a step his hustle up
Hop on the plane, first-class, with no bag
Land in ATL, to my crib bigger than my other pad
It’s hard not to boast some bread
When your earrings cost a coke of slab
The n***as that hate me, I know for sure they mad
Simply, ‘cause I’m ballin’
We’ll whack you, but your life already goin’ down the toilet
So, I’ma just shit on you
Pull up on your bitch, like, “What you ‘bout to get into?”
[Chorus: HBK Kidd]
Young ballers label us, some lust, some hatin’ us
This lifestyle made for us, when we pull Mercedes up
Hoes call to lay with us, do anything to date with us
And leave they man to hang with us, when we pull Mercedes up
On the grind, chasin’ butts, no such thang as maden up
But you can tell we makin’ up, when we pull Mercedes up
Y'all could fly away with us, first-class, pray for us
Ship ‘em to the A with us, so we can pull Mercedes up

[Outro: Payroll Giovanni]
You know, HBK
BYLUG, rich n***a shit
Pullin’ Benz’s up
N***as puttin’ bitches up, ‘cause we pullin Benz’s up
Come and spend with us