[Hook: 70th Street Carlos]
Bitch I got them chains on my neck just like I'm Ross
Bitch I do what I want 'cause I'm a boss
Bitch I got that bread letter floss
I'm the type of n***a better not cross
If you ain't with the shits stay in the house
If you ain't with the shit stay in the house
Bitch I got them chains on my neck just like I'm Ross
Bitch I do what I want 'cause I'm a boss
Bitch I got that bread letter flow
Bitch I'm the type of n***a better not cross
If you ain't with the shit stay in the house
If you ain't with the shits stay in the house

[Verse 1: 70th Street Carlos]

Bitch finna stop
Bitch I'm Carlos dude that be ol' Whop
I'm Mister Bang Bang I keep a Glock
Just like a chair bitch you know how I rock
These n***as cuffin' flippers like a cop
She wanna fuck that's cuz she know I'm finna blow I'm finna pop
My shooters got them dreads just like a mop
He'll step on a n***a in some socks
She ask me for some shoes I bought her Crocs
Bitch what the fuck do I look like a Pop
I wouldn't buy a bitch a pair of flip flops
Bitch you better move bitch don't start me
Bitch I fuck with Flames I fuck with Marty
I crash all up in this party
All my n***as dumbshit they retarded
The only way I move is with that 40
It's finna be some shit, Oh Lordy!
You know I'm with the shits the way I farted
Bitch them ain't no Trues them Ed Hardies
Bust him in his head so just smart it
You say you in the streets but I don't never see you bitch you all phony
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jungle Muzik Larry]

Look
I'm feeling good, yeah I'm fly as can be
I'm steppin' out I got my soldiers who gon' ride with me
Backwood full of purple yeah I'm high as can be
I know you freaky baby, you ain't gotta lie to me
I see you lookin' like you got it on yo' mind wit' me
Like I'm a boss, bitch you better not cross that line with me
I got the racks, I walk around with like a dime on me
And I'm a boss, I'ma make you pussies grind for me
But look
I'm Giuseppe steppin'
Swagger shock you just like electric
A money fetish
Every due is gettin' collected
I'm fly as heaven
Diamonds, consider me a blessing
My bitches messin'
Make me flex you for all that chasin'
Now shake yo ass naked, girl
Show me you can take it
You a virgin and you single come here go on let me break it
And when I dick you down you get nothin' but penetration
Is you trippin' is you crazy? I ain't looking for relations
[Hook]

[Verse 3: SOG Sherwood Flame]

Yeah I got my chains and yeah, they cost
I'll snatch your soul, I pack a pole just like it's golf
I'm my own boss, got my own drugs, got my own plugs
Meet me at the crossroads like Bone Thugs
I just go from Houston but no Rockets
I pop a n***a like a molly
I be full of purp I got them rocks I got the bars I got narcotics
Pull up in a Beamer my bitch exotic
Clutchin' on that 40 think it's sighted
I know that you pussy cuz you hidin'
That baby K look just like a toddler
I pass a hoe like Andre Iguodala
Put that dick up inside her, make her holler
You wanna catch these shells just like a lobster
She bite that dick like gator, Holocaust her
Let's get it
I'm up in that wood, I'm servin' the P's, I'm juugin' it good
You cross me Larry's in here finna bang, your brain's on the hood
I'm with the shits like a Pamper
Ain't talkin' no food I'm a stamper
I'ma blam ya
[Hook]