[Verse 1: Tee Grizley]
[?] just put diamonds on [?]
I be [?] that's when I sleep
I don't got no problems in these streets
Drop a couple dollars on my beef
I get off parole in a couple months
Soon as I get off, I'm rolling the blunt
The chopper big as fuck, you can fold the bitch up
N***a rob my n***a Buck, and he toast some shit up
My n***as making [?] we don't do no [?]
Fuck a bitch and send her home, we don't do no chilling
[?] drop the top, we don't do no ceelings
[?] couldn't even feel it

[Chorus: Young Buck]
Real shooter catch a body, bitch you never did
Dope boy move the work, you ain't never get it
I got a check with it
Yeah I got a check with it
Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags
My new bitch cool, my old bitch mad
Now I got a chеck with it
Now I got a check with it

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Break a brick down with my bear hands
[?] won't do shit to mе, I got that pole on me
[?], you can't tell on me, I got some shells on me
We got bail money, cause that n***a Buck keep bails on him
Rock out, Imma move that work until I clock out
TK had no guns around him, so you gon get knocked out
[?] my chopper flip a n***a [?]
Top shotta, knock off your [?]
Hold up n***a, let me get poured up, check out my [?]
[?] soon as we showed up
More bread than cold cuts
[?] chopstick [?] drop shit
So you can't stop shit
Thot bitch, get her top split
She [?]
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Real shooter catch a body, bitch you never did
Dope boy move the work, you ain't never get it
I got a check with it
Yeah I got a check with it
Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags
My new bitch cool, my old bitch mad
Now I got a check with it
Now I got a check with it

[Verse 3: Young Buck]
I just left my celly with a half a brick
Had to pay my thick [?] to grab the shit
Only n***a on the yard used to have this shit
They say I'm trappin a lil too hard, I'm not the average
Bitch come check my paperwork, and tell me what the savage is
I just left a million dollars in my mama matress
I just bought a thousand choppers, test them out with all my partners
All my n***as think they shottas, catch a [?] and catch a body
Soldier rags, [?] shit
Neighborhood talk, it's that mob shit
This that [?], [?] bitch
This that gang gang, this that [?] shit

[Chorus: Young Buck]
Real shooter catch a body, bitch you never did
Dope boy move the work, you ain't never get it
I got a check with it
Yeah I got a check with it
Soldier rags, we get a lotta bags
My new bitch cool, my old bitch mad
Now I got a check with it
Now I got a check with it