[Intro: BandGang Paid Will]
Hello
(BeatGang)
Huh (Young one, coach)
Yeah
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Uh-huh?
Uh
Rest in peace all my n***as
Good lookin', Pooh
Ayy

[Verse 1: BandGang Paid Will]
Probably made a ticket in the hood, I can't call it
I was fifteen walkin' 'round with ten in my joggies
Now my name hold weight, just to talk I might charge you
N***as hittin' on somethin', I might double back tomorrow
Shit, I go where I want, 'cause I'm plugged all over (Facts)
My mind on the Wraith, back then it was a Rover
Shit, I stay hella high, 'cause I hate bein' sober (Man)
Them n***as to the right strapped up, them the soldiers
Hate the fact lil' bro gotta grow without his pops (Man)
Pour the Wocky up for purp, and cotton candy, that's for Dots
Every strap hold fifty, upgraded from the stocks
Trappin' on the dead end, we upgraded from the block
Got some n***as on the East that'll put you in the box (Come on)
Always gotta take a trip, 'cause they love me in the South (For real)
Made a killing on the West, it's 'bout time I move out
I done switched so many states, fuck around and lose count, n***a
[Chorus: BandGang Paid Will]
Made a killing on the West, plugged in the South (Facts)
Got some n***as from the East who never seen a drought (Facts)
Couple n***as up North quick to send 'em out (Facts)
Gettin' busy everywhere, you scared to leave the house (Facts)
I'm a legend on the West, they love me in the South (Facts)
Got some n***as from the East, they bust without a doubt (Facts)
Couple hitters from the North, they on a paper route (Facts, lil' bro)
Well connected everywhere, I gotta make it out

[Verse 2: Peezy]
I know some Eastside n***as that be sellin' hella dope (Fans)
Know some Westside n***as that be swipin', gettin' dough (Facts)
Know some n***as up North, still gettin' it for the low (Facts)
Know some n***as down South that talk funny, but they go (Uh?)
N***as dead broke, but be out here actin' like they got it, though
N***a, you ain't even got a car, fuck you rappin' for?
Got some Cali n***as that don't rap but they wrap for real
I ain't talkin' 'bout no sixteen, they be wrappin' 'bows
Bitch, I'm well connected (Yeah), well respected, you can tell by the necklace (Woo)
Jump out any hood, they love a n***a, you can tell I'm a legend
All my bitches bad (Yeah), all my n***as cut, I don't fuck with peasants (Nope)
Jump out fresh as hell in somethin' new, you in some shit from '07
I get busy, n***a (Yeah), what you need? Pull up, get with me, n***a (Uh?)
I got Gucci on, but I'm still Gucci, though, 'cause I've been the trillest (I'm Gucci)
I fuck groupie hoes (Yop), I hit model bitches, it don't matter to me
Trap out the studio (Ayy), I ain't gotta go and get it 'cause I got it with me
[Chorus: BandGang Paid Will]
Made a killing on the West, plugged in the South (Facts)
Got some n***as from the East who never seen a drought (Facts)
Couple n***as up North quick to send 'em out (Facts)
Gettin' busy everywhere, you scared to leave the house (Facts)
I'm a legend on the West, they love me in the South (Facts)
Got some n***as from the East, they bust without a doubt (Facts)
Couple hitters from the North, they on a paper route (Facts)
Well connected everywhere, I gotta make it out

[Verse 3: BandGang Paid Will]
They ass what I'm doin', I say shit, I can't call it (I'm good)
Them n***as got a problem, guarantee you we can solve it (What's up?)
Try to touch me, hold on, Pooh, n***a, pause it
That's like goin' to the morgue just pickin' out your coffin (Silly)
Control this shit here, strong cookie got me coughin'
Bitch, I'm somewhere out of state, tryna find out what they chargin'
This shit I gave the bouncer extra so that n***a can't car me
Shit, I'm feelin' good today, I might pull up on a Harlem (Skrrt)
I gotta show love to my people in the South (N***a)
If I ever got a problem, they'll pull up to your house (N***a)
If it's money on the floor, n***a, point me to the route
Bitch, I'm sittin' on pounds like I hid 'em in the couch
Made a killing on the West, but you probably been knew (Ayy)
Only been here for a minute, all this shit I've been through (Ayy)
Bitch, you probably won't believe me if I tell you what I blew (N***a)
And they love me everywhere, if I tell 'em they gon' shoot, n***a (RIP DaDa)
[Chorus: BandGang Paid Will]
Made a killing on the West, plugged in the South (Facts)
Got some n***as from the East who never seen a drought (Facts)
Couple n***as up North quick to send 'em out (Facts)
Gettin' busy everywhere, you scared to leave the house (Facts)
I'm a legend on the West, they love me in the South (Facts)
Got some n***as from the East, they bust without a doubt (Facts)
Couple hitters from the North, they on a paper route (Facts)
Well connected everywhere, I gotta make it out (Yeah)