[Intro: FMB DZ]
Hmm, hmm, woo (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Yeah, hmm

[Verse 1: FMB DZ & Tay B]
Put the Glock on 'em, we gon' pull down the block on 'em
Got a drop on 'em, I came up, I'm 'bout to pop on 'em
Me and bro, we at the top, we can't stop on 'em
Two bitches kissin' in my whip, then got top from 'em
Pour some mud up, motherfuckers never loved us
I got my brothers, we gon' slide for each other
Big boy trucks, that thirty-six got big boy trunks
I hit boy up, ambulance pick boy up
Ayy, hold on, bro, don't kill him yet, I'm 'bout to pop up
Let's tear his house up, then go and tear his spouse up
You keyboard thuggin', all you do is tear a mouse up
Fuck bein' locked up, I'm with my rock n***as rocked up
Saint Laurent scarf cost four hundred
Tell the bitch get over here, I wanna spend some money
20K on me large, bitch, all hundreds
I play it how I wanna play it 'cause I really want it
This your bitch, but I fuck her like she my woman
Me and Lil Lik tied in, that's my brother
Gettin' head while I'm drivin', I'm hittin' the brakes
Every day, a couple thousand, I don't hit the safe
Even though that I'm ahead, I just keep my pace
I don't see no competition, why y'all in a race?
Try and touch DZ, that's a closed case
And free my pops, he respected by the whole state
[Chorus: FMB DZ & Tay B]
Me and Tay B back-to-back in them Hellcats
Big boy blunts back-to-back, can you smell that?
Ayy, big boy load, back-to-back, we gon' trail that
No roadtrips, back-to-back, we gon' mail that, yeah
Me and Tay B back-to-back in them Hellcats
Big boy blunts back-to-back, can you smell that?
Ayy, big boy load, back-to-back, we gon' trail that
No roadtrips, back-to-back, we gon' mail that, yeah

[Verse 2: FMB DZ & Tay B]
N***as got me on the edge and it's gettin' steep
Shit fuckin' with my head, I ain't been gettin' sleep
I been rollin' off the molly for a whole week
Better send that deposit, want a show from me
That chopper have your ass singin' like you Jodeci
Every time I go out, bitches notice me
Bape hoodie zipped to the top, how they know it's me?
I'm protected by that pistol, I don't be that deep
When I pull up, I'ma squeeze, I hit Cali, rock with Cheese
Gucci printed on my sleeve, back-to-back, we in the leauge
Hit my line, what you need? Get you right guaranteed
I ain't worried 'bout no n***a, bitch, you bleed like I bleed
All facts, n***a, we got smack, n***a
We not rap n***as, you see we act different
You comin' for that petty shit, then we gon' tax, n***a
You too fuckin' lazy, get up, run a lap, n***a
[Chorus: FMB DZ & Tay B]
Me and Tay B back-to-back in them Hellcats
Big boy blunts back-to-back, can you smell that?
Ayy, big boy load, back-to-back, we gon' trail that
No roadtrips, back-to-back, we gon' mail that, yeah
Me and Tay B back-to-back in them Hellcats
Big boy blunts back-to-back, can you smell that?
Ayy, big boy load, back-to-back, we gon' trail that
No roadtrips, back-to-back, we gon' mail that, yeah