[Intro: Toodha Band$]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n***as)
Let me say my piece, n***a
Yeah

[Chorus: Toohda Band$]
It get colder in the summer, n***as hungry for it
I used to risk my life for P's, but now I'm blowin' through 'em
We get lots of paper 'round this bitch, bro, we ain't hurtin' for it
N***as mad that his bitch fuckin', bro, don't hurt her for it
I'm from Hayes block, you disrespect it, you get murdered for it
How the fuck he say he movin' P's and I ain't heard of boy?
My pops been havin' that pape' before I heard of Floyd
This a Demon Charger, not a 'Cat, bro, this make major noise

[Verse 1: Toohda Band$]
I used to do this shit for fun, but now they pay me for it
My dogs'll get you out the way, don't gotta pay 'em for it
Bitch, I came from nothing, look at now, I really waited for it
Caught a couple cases, but I'm here, I gotta thank the Lord
Lost a couple people on the way, granny, I miss you more
I'm sick you ain't see me sign, you told me keep it goin'
I lost some n***as to the shit, I really miss my boys
Gotta keep that 40 on my hip 'cause I done hit some boys
My mama asked me why I left, I'm on a mission for it
Codeine sippin' while I smoke, now that's a mixture for you
Put your goofy ass on a tee, now that's a picture for you
Unc' said he need some more, already sent 'em for you
My bro just caught another case, I got my nieces for you
Bro, we forever, you my blood, you know I'm trippin' for you
I'm forever bangin' Hayes, it ain't no switchin' for it
Glocks came with fifty rounds and I got switches for 'em
[Chorus: Toohda Band$ & Payroll Giovanni]
It get colder in the summer, n***as hungry for it
I used to risk my life for P's, but now I'm blowin' through 'em
We get lots of paper 'round this bitch, bro, we ain't hurtin' for it
N***as mad that his bitch fuckin', bro, don't hurt her for it
I'm from Hayes block, you disrespect it, you get murdered for it
How the fuck he say he movin' P's and I ain't heard of boy? (Yeah)
My pops been havin' that pape' before I heard of Floyd (BYLUG)
This a Demon Charger, not a 'Cat, bro, this make major noise (4-1)

[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
I put on for my city
Watch one-fifty (Fifty), diamond pointers fifty (Fifty)
Push a 550, really a 560 (Yup)
If I'm five deep, we got at least five semis (Strapped)
Yeah, kingpins tied with me
I'm tryna be legit, they tryna leave them pies with me (Yup)
Like G-O, you good people with me, bro
Amigo said, "If you say the word, they droppin' kilos" (Yup)
Long live Roc, lately I been off in beast mode (Yeah)
Got off in the game, I'm lookin' like I had a cheat code
Stuck to the rules, seen some shit I can't speak on (Shh)
Take it to the grave, yeah, that mob shit what we on (Boy)

[Chorus: Toohda Band$]
It get colder in the summer, n***as hungry for it
I used to risk my life for P's, but now I'm blowin' through 'em
We get lots of paper 'round this bitch, bro, we ain't hurtin' for it
N***as mad that his bitch fuckin', bro, don't hurt her for it
I'm from Hayes block, you disrespect it, you get murdered for it
How the fuck he say he movin' P's and I ain't heard of boy?
My pops been havin' that pape' before I heard of Floyd
This a Demon Charger, not a 'Cat, bro, this make major noise
[Outro: Toohda Band$]
N***as mad that his bitch fuckin', bro, don't hurt her for it