[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
I don't sign statements, I sign titties
Fuck a cosign, this my city
Make her give me head with the skimask on
Then I told that bitch put them kneepads on
Snatch my chain, boy you must be a suicide bomber
And these n***as that I roll with some Rolex robbers
I waited my turn and it's perfect timing
And I keep two clips on me when I'm grinding
Sellin' blue jeans like I'm Bugle
I'm talkin' about them lil' blue pills, eaching muscles
I earned my respect, die of your rep
N***a disrespect that, the chain off your neck
[?] my city, you gotta check it
Show up at your show, take your ice and the backend
Don't call me for a show if you ain't got the 'posit
I'm still trafficking with a bitch driving

[Verse 2: ShredGang Boogz]
Throw some ice in the pot and watch it lock up
Auntie mad, I keep fucking all her pots up
N***as speaking down on us 'til we pop up
With them .308 spin out that carbon, put them Glocks up
A 100 100's on me, I still reach for that gold Rollie
Wouldn't advise you to shake my hand if you don't fucking know me
Shoot my own gun I don't need a n***a to do it for me
But it feel good to know I got n***as that'll do it for me
Spread a bag through the hood, bitch I feel like Santa
Countin' up while your bitch watching Love Hip Hop Atlanta
AR by the dorm, I'm going like Tony Montana
Run up in my shit and get popped like a fuckin' Fanta
They'll kill you once they consider you a fucking threat
So I keep a small circle, you outta shape you getting left
FED's locking all my n***as up, this shit got me stressed
I just pray to God, dawg that I ain't next