[Verse 1: Baby Ahk]
Momma told me don't bring drugs in her home
One day she found drugs in her home
Took it to the block, then it was sold
Pray to Allah, so I can't sell my soul
Order packs, she be back on my own
First 300, went and copped me a zone
First 500, went and bought me a phone
Touchdown, with the pack in my zone
30 clip when i walk on my own
[?] on the pack, its too strong
I left the grams, baby my money long
Seventh grade with a bean, now i'm calm
Brown skin, pretty hair, Nia Long
Singing to that pussy, I wrote a song
Boy shorts or it might be a thong
Smoking backwoods, I don't need a bong
Pull up on your block and drop me a bomb
Put your face on every book, RIP Tom
I sold you some weed, but we don't get along
You wanted attention, my .30 sings songs
I came with my shooters and they sing along
Pull up with sticks and just hit
Stacking my money, no Ritz
And the streets calling plays like its blitz
Talk mad and my gangs with the shit

[Verse 2: Lil Dude]
Luciano with them real hitters
Scared n***as, we don't deal with them
Real-lifers, I chill with them
Hunnit on making a mil with them
Trapping right out of my granny house
None of them know it's my granny house
N***a come meet me on back street
I sold them trees on the back streets
[?] and Jacob and Papi Doc
N***a know my name on the rig of the road
Don't play with your soul, we run down for o's
We taking your dough, that's just how it goes
N***a don't be trying to act like you bold
We run up with .30's and clips they fold
You know I'm 10 toes
You looking for me? I'm posted in the trenches with me and my bros

[Verse 3: Big Flock]
N***as know that Glocka come with that pole
Got a .44, that'll knock off your nose
Always throw up glick boyz when I post
He's a rich n***a, with a mouth full of gold
Kevin called me like bro got a cold
Got the OG, get the shit by the load
Yellow xanny, like the yellow brick road
Come and shop, I got the glicks for the low
Just need a lick for a brick of the coke
Finesse a n***a with a brick of the soap
I'm a Muslim brother, but I live like the pope
Run my shit up, but I act like i'm broke
These n***a's purping, acting like they ain't broke
Mama told me no more drugs in her home
And in Pakistan, I bust it down, get it gone
Dude beat the pot up, call that fool Donkey Kong