[Verse 1: Team Eastside Lil P]
N***as clap at me, I'ma clap back
Send a 223, knock his cap back
Lil freaky bitch a playground, she a snack snack
Bitch, I'm in that red eye, not no scat pack
I don't fit in with these n***as, 'cause they rap cap
Bitch, I feel like T.I.P., I brought the trap back
Hit your main bitch for a rack, and stole my stack back
If you caught me thugging in the spot, bitch, I ran that

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Just came from out of Louis, spent a thousand on a snap back
Just left the Benz lot and bought a coupe, this ain't the scat pack
I'll bring a hundred out, you bring a hundred, bro, let's match racks
I got so many chips around, I need my own Rap Snacks
Black fat n***a in a Benz, call me Fat Black
That boy was fucking round with them M's, now he a hashtag
Told Unc this shit ain't [?] I need my cash back
I tipped the bad waitress a stack, 'cause her ass fat

[Verse 3 ?]
Need a [?] too heavy for a glass bag
If I'm removed from the streets, I sold my last bag
You know I'm bullshiting, you know I'm fully in it
I just figured out the perfеct mix, they won't know the differеnce
[?] change when you 60 up
Lil [?] hate, when your watch 60 bucks
Sent a bitch to [?] to get a tummy tuck
I can't treat you like the one, you let my brother fuck
[Verse 4 ?]
Be on my winter grind, until the summer up
50 racks to bro, he just touched, I'm finna turn him up
We got done with that truck, fuck it, burn it up
Said I got something to do with the bodies turning up
Your n***a turning in his grave, just to sum it up
Just to give a bitch a wave, I lift a hundred up
You see that Rollie Plane Jane, that's like 50 bucks
Iced out pinky ring, that's like 50 plus
They can't get with us
I don't see the arguments
Look, the price ain't my price, ain't no bargoning
A hands off polisy, ain't no harm in this
We catch you out, put 30 shots in that car you in

[Verse5: Team Eastside Lil P]
Loyalty boys, we ride foreign toys
Popping perks, riding with the drac, bitch, I'm paranoid
Fuck rap, I still trap, with the girl and boy
[?] pockets on roids, dodge hoes like Flloyd
Hit your bitch from the back, put my thumb in it
Lil P, why you in the streets? Ain't no love in it
Where the sprits [?] with the drugs in it
Praying for a small town with a plug in it
N***a