[Intro: G.T.]
(Epps on the track)
You like that?
Yeah
It's real shit, n***a
Yeah (Cypress)
Ayy

[Chorus: G.T. & Fenix Flexin]
I'm in the streets (Streets), I stand ten toes (Ten toes)
Any n***a in my shoes would've been fold (Would've been fold)
And if this rap don't work, I'm finna send hoes (Finna send hoes)
I be sippin' on this juice, poppin' benzos (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm in the streets (I'm in the streets), I stand ten toes (I stand ten toes)
Any n***a in my shoes would've been fold (Yeah)
And if this rap don't work, I'm finna send hoes (I'm finna send hoes)
I be sippin' on this juice, poppin' benzos (Benzos)

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hold on, rap still workin', I'm still sendin' hoes, huh
I just a bitch outta Frisco, huh
I just served a junkiе out the window
N***a, we hoppin' out, we ain't shootin' out no windows
Got a bitch from Mozzy hood in Sacramеnto, huh
And my new bitch, yeah, she from Fresno, huh
My other bitch, yeah, she swipe discos
And my other bitch, she like to tote pistols
[Verse 2: G.T.]
This that don't talk, I'm talkin' thirty-six, old soft
Get the load off, then I'm countin' up at the loft
Did some shit with the bag, you wouldn't believe it
If I told you what I did, you would have to see it
Tennessee with the Warners
I'm at a show on stage with the Glock showin'
I'm in tip-top shape, these n***as in the way
Thousand beans down the way, sold 'em all in a day

[Verse 3: BandGang Paid Will]
Ayy, you was in the halls, bitch, I dropped out
Pull up in our section actin' crazy and get boxed out
Told the bitch make twenty or don't clock out
Say your trap slowed up, I got the right route
Still goin' hard in the same spot
Never hear from a n***a, I'm on the same block
Say the word, I'll come and grab the whole crop
Somethin' extra in the clip, n***a, I won't stop

[Verse 4: Fenix Flexin]
What you wanna do? Baby, come and choose (Come and choose)
I just popped a Perc', shawty want the blues (Want the blues)
N***as talkin' crazy, look at how he move (How he move)
I know this n***a partner, I'ma get him too (I'ma get him too)
Yeah, you keep your pistol, but don't never shoot (Don't never shoot)
How you salty 'bout that bitch? You need to let her choose (Let her choose)
You ain't shot nobody (Damn), you ain't caught no body (Ayy)
You ain't did no dirt (Ayy), I ain't heard about it
[Verse 5: OhGeesy]
YSL, fly as hell, n***a, fuck 12
I'm with Beno off the shits, we gon' give 'em hell
I fuck with rowdy-ass n***as that belong in jail
A million pressed Xans, get 'em through the mail
Boy, I really flip this shit, your bitch, I hit the shit
Get the cocaine, wrap it up like a Christmas gift
Boy, I really flip this shit, your bitch, I hit the shit
Get the cocaine, wrap it up like a Christmas gift