[Chorus: Trigga Playy]
Told baby to be coolin', stick around, it won't be long
Got some n***as in the cage and I also got some in the ground
When we fuckin' in her stomach, keep on goin', she say, "I'm cummin'"
I been thuggin' on my own, they say it's money on my dome
Keep on losin' my right hand to the system, they want 'em gone
Told my n***a keep his head up and just chill, it won't be long
I'd rather keep sayin' free him than rather see my n***a gone
They be hatin', we on that droppa shit, we tryna get 'em gone
And my daddy locked up for some years, I swear that n***a strong
We gon' make it out the hood, make sure I put my people on
Everybody on my table, we gon' eat it won't be alone
Smoke a [?] in this backwood, she asks what's my cologne

[Verse 1: Trigga Playy]
And I got diamonds in my mouth, when I open up she get chills
My lil nephew walk up on me, he said uncy shot for real
And my unc out here fucked up, n***a slipped him on some pills
N***as steady shootin' up houses, you n***as can't be for real
Opps steady callin' my Instagram, you n***as ain't for real
I know y'all n***as hate me, y'all hoes wan' have my baby
I be thinkin' to myself, like, "Trigga Playy mane why they hate you"
I be thinkin' to myself, like, "Trigga Playy mane why they hate you"

[Verse 2: JayDaYoungan]
Get to the bag, but I go through the most shit
Remember down bad on my ass when I was tryna scope shit
Was workin' with my last [?], then I had like 4 bricks
Was slidin' round in the slab, clutchin' back with 4 sticks
Free them members, bitch you waitin' on that release date
Full of za, I'm high, bitch I can't even fuckin' see straight
In the trap, gettin off a pack, I'm on the way, but I might be late
[?] up with 28, drop your loca-, [?]
On that 23 shit, but I'm posted up with a .45
These bitch n***as hatin, they ain't gon spray but I'mma blow mine
Chapo [?] the block, he out his time, he don't got no mind
Bitch you know how to find me, shootas behind me like a cosign
Get it in, from 10 to 10, we got the trap jumpin'
You tryna spin, I'mma tap in as soon as the pack come in
And fuck around we sellin' dimes before this rap money
And I ain't lyin', bitch I'mma slang this iron, fuck who gon [?] for me
Slide with Trigga with a pistol in a Scat Pack
In the back in all black, clutchin' on drac, that's where Pap at
Tryna catch that lil n***a with the fro, aim at his snap back
Hit him with them hollows, and knock that pussy n***a hat back
[Chorus: Trigga Playy]
Told baby to be coolin', stick around, it won't be long
Got some n***as in the cage and I also got some in the ground
When we fuckin' in her stomach, keep on goin', she say, "I'm cummin'"
I been thuggin' on my own, they say it's money on my dome
Keep on losin' my right hand to the system, they want 'em gone
Told my n***a keep his head up and just chill, it won't be long
I'd rather keep sayin' free him than rather see my n***a gone
They be hatin', we on that droppa shit, we tryna get 'em gone
And my daddy locked up for some years, I swear that n***a strong
We gon' make it out the hood, make sure I put my people on
Everybody on my table, we gon' eat it won't be alone
Smoke a [?] in this backwood, she asks what's my cologne