[Intro: Heist]
(It's MJL, ho) Ayy

[Verse 1: Heist & Zotiyac]
Long live uncle, '94
He caught a hollow to the throat
Never trust a n***a of these bitches, on my momma soul
Money over everything, I gotta get it on my own
All about the profit, get to plottin', like, run in yo' home (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2: Zotiyac]
We get to plottin' and get goin'
Run in with a stock on that chrome
And this shit kickin' like soccer on bro
And I put that on Jock, if you trip, I'm gon' blow
Uppin' the Smithen, this shit for the rolls
Shit, n***as can't always be broke
Ain't gettin' shit without sellin' no dope
But I did get this shit without sellin' my soul
He ain't on shit, he know he a poser
Post on a block, put that boy on a poster
Tottin' a mop, ain't no Glock, ain't no holster
If it's 'bout bread, we pop up like a toaster
Double my cup and it slide like a coaster
Foe got a bitch, look like Rosa Acosta
She suck me up but she still can't sleep over
Boy, I wake up a bitch on my couch just like Opera
[Verse 3: HM Bando & Heist]
Ayy, I wake up and hit up the room
Got racks in the packs, so you know it
Ayy, I stack up the money and go
And hit up [?] just to go blow it
Bad bitches with me, she barely got titties
But holdin' the glizzy and servin' the hippies
Come in and get me, I'm comin' with fifty
We come in a jiffy and leave yo' ass stiffy
Hop in the coupe and we makin' it [?]
Bitch on my dick and she see I got older
Make her eat it [?] she turn to a loner
Choppa beat him up, we don't need a donor
All of this weed, I turned to a stoner
All of this green, it turned to my odor
Ball with my team 'cause nobody get over
Stay with the heater, get colder than polar (Ayy)

[Verse 4: Heist]
We got Glocks, [?] the property
.40 spittin', hollows havin' a harmony
N***as poppin' but they movin' so akwardly
Fuck her yesterday and now she keep callin' me
Pushin P's, bust it down to the zip
Got the grip, now these hollows gon' spit
Stay inside 'cause that n***a a snitch
I got a stick for a n***a who trip
[Verse 5: Zotiyac]
He said he on it, he look like a fuck boy
You takin' somethin', I wish you good luck, boy
You already know, [?] bust toys
We don't waste time with this shit, we just up, boy
So, [?] me respect, had the upmost
I spray them cutters around on my cutthroat
I put yo' brother underground with a red rose
Come through and gut some shit down like I'm Deathstroke