[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
I can see you pussy n***as through ya'll smartphones
Sneak dissin on that Twitter, ow that boy gone
Bitch huh, I just broke the bank, Wels Fargo
[?] really on fire [?]
23 for that turn around
30 n***a if I sit it down
[?] [?]
They got me on my bullshit, I gotta chill out
N***a fuck a drive by, we gon get out
Pressure bust pipes, we gon see what you really bout
We the ones got that work in the vacant house
[?] clip look like Mickey Mouse
[?] shoot up houses
My dawg come broad day, n***a with no problems
[?] big Glock 40 n***a, with no chopper
Big Glock 40 with no chopper

[Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Joseph hit me up, he said he need a classic
Pocket full of blues, we don't fuck with plastic
A n***a cross that line, them choppers coming
My n***as really on slide, [?] droppin something
BandGang, fast money boys
I just made a play on [?]
Road runners, keep them things around
I'm fresh off the road, bitch [?]
I got [?] with me, AR 15 with me
Just know that bitch [?] with me
Last year I sware I blew a clean 50
Currently I'm [?] with me
All the junkies love me, all this money on me
Walking out Luie V like I got [?] on me
[?] spent my whole year touring
Bitch think I'm on something, I ain't got shit for her
[Verse 3: AllStar JR]
Get a bag boys bitch, young king talking
Used to [?]
Yeah they down nervous, cause I got a lotta bands
Come back with them sleves, [?] your bitch up at [?]
[?] downtown, just to add it up
Fuck you poor ass n***as, and them plastic bucks
[?] gloves like boxing, bag heavy as [?]
N***as glorifying broke and [?] she start hiring
Counting old bands, keeping up with day to day
Tryna drive a whip, you gotta unlock on the racing game
I ain't showing off, it's in my and, can't fit [?]
I been the boss, you been the crumb, I took a minute off
Having work issues, we can be the answer
We ain't doing [?] watching, n***as up their standards
You ever made all the decisions on the whole thing
You stealing crumbs boy, you worser than the dope feends

[Verse 4: Molly Brazy]
It's Molly Brazy, Brazy baby got me feeling like I'm 80's
Living like a boss, that's why all these rapping bitches hate me
I'm the greatest, you the lamest
Keep on dissing, cause you nameless
Don't know names, but I know faces
White diamonds like I'm racist
Only traces I be cases, yeah you seen me on the news
Shut up bitch, watch your mouth before you be on that bitch too
Yeah I'm trippin in the Coupe
And your n***a like me too
How you wanna hate me boo?
Look at me, then look at you
Bitch