[Intro: Emjay & (Kevin Perez)]
XO Cash Productions
(Yeah, TGF)

[Verse 1: Kevin Perez]
We the hottest, we the hottest
Loud in my pocket
I tell the future like a prophet
Cooking n***as like an omelet
Fuck with me, get uppercutted like Muhammad
And like a game of chess, you'll get outsmarted
Boul, you're retarded
And if you fuck with the crew, you'll get discarded
Whenever I'm running through this
I pull out 22 clips
And watch bummy dudes dip
Cause that's how I move shit
And who knew it? imma never lose it
Nike "Just Do It", yeah
You be on the waiting list
N***a don't be hating bitch
I ain't with complaining shit, yeah
And this is my town
If you gon' find me around
You'll get caught with a couple rounds
I don't fuck around
Hit you with the 2, and your whole crew gonna lose
Your keeping L's, I'm taking hits
I can hear the bells, you might get dropped falling off the rail
I might shoot n***as stiff, imma leave them stale
I'll be posted on the block like fucking mail
I'm a rapper that keeps it real even without a deal
And I'm saving your girl, like the man of steel
I never fail because I eat rappers for my next meal
(And we're ballin on the court, the jury won't appeal)
And the cases all close, they ain't trying to reveal
(And theres fear in your eyes, and you're standing still)
[Verse 2: Emjay]
Now your girl is trying to feel
She thinks this game is easy
I told her no on repeat
I had to skype on pc
But that's how I see things
You can not teach me
I'll be the king with 3 keys
For my crown, man, I dream big
We're out here to eat, but we're not bulimic
I might cleat it, on the field with that neat shit
Boy, I'm bloody, don't expect me to clean it

[Hook: Kevin Perez]
We the hottest, we the hottest
You can't stop us man I promise
All this good kush, we gon' cop it
We're not mad, we're just modest

[Verse 3: Emjay]
I'm fucking with your main
I'm fuckin with your girl, fucking up the world
Fucking up the game
That's my two cents and its fucking lame
You know you don't slang
But you still know the name
It brings fucing pain, and it feels like a fucking game
Boy he asked me if he should man
I said "Boy, you've got to"
We dippin class late and she said that she dropped too
Life is a bit more than bitches and money
But talkin 'bout millions, I tell them I've got 2
Yeah, we hoppin on this beat, fucking straight
Yeah, we're botta take it to the fuckin bank
Yeah, we're pushin on this shit, no brakes
How much more money can we fucking make?
Ah, you got a beat? I'll fucking murder that
They be turnin up, like I cured it back
People always say they never even heard the track
How'd you be dissin when we play this shit back to back?
Yo, I'm not trying to takes sides though
On the sideline, your bitch on my side ho
We just dropped this shit, no typos
See hem new nikes i'd be about, boy, I hav 5 of those
Fifteen, I'm still droppin fucking bars
Fu-fucking bombs, going fucking hard
Slay the fucking beat, my brothers rapping tar
We're so hot on this shit, we're going fucking far
We're better poppin off, smoking A-1 shit
Yo that's my new shit; roll it up and take a hit
Imma give you a motherfucking news clip
For a news flash, bitch
I'm the shit