[Verse 1: Paperboy Rell]
[?] these n***as ever had
I heard they wanna kill me, cause I [?] for my bag
That n***a play with me, I'll put them killers on his ass
Two thousand on me, I ain't get it out the stash
Bitches got off me, damb right I did the dash
I'm a part time rapper, bitch I [?] trap
[?] get a bag
My n***a in the game, he spent twenty on his chain
[?] everybody look the same
Shoot a n***a in the back of the head if he ain't gang
For real once you gone, Imma put some cheese on you
[?] on you

[Chorus: FB DZ]
You ain't gotta ask, you know we gon shake something
Got choppers on my side, yeah these n***as ain't gon take nothing
These n***as run when they see these apes coming
You n***as done, we gon yello tape something

[Verse 2: FB DZ]
Put them demons on you, n***a I can get you gone
Got the bag, turned around, and now it's gone
Got fifty bands, it be slapping on my phone
Pour an eight of wok, we ain't sippin on no Trone
[?]
Got me feeling like Fetty, cause a n***a [?]
Your lil ass chain, make you take it off
[?] I be drippin sauce
[?] yeah I'm spaced out
I'm tryna turn my [?] pack to [?]
Tryna take something for real, got [?]
I just [?] whole pint, took an eight out

[Chorus: FB DZ]
You ain't gotta ask, you know we gon shake something
Got choppers on my side, yeah these n***as ain't gon take nothing
These n***as run when they see these apes coming
You n***as done, we gon yello tape something

[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
When them apes come around, n***as feel different
Don't write diss songs, cause we kill n***as
Take a n***a work, and tell him deal with it
I fuck a n***a bitch, and then chill with her
She got extra freaky, put that [?] in it
You know my dick was in her, and you still with her
I'm OG with DT [?]
Imma run them bands up, no deals, I'm a mill getter
Imma get a mill, that's what I'm tryna tell ya
I ain't gon lie, I hit that raw, that bitch gon never feel ya
Ain't gon lie, it's best to hit that dope, get them packs [?]
[?]
I ain't gon lie, pull out that chopper, they gon need some stretchers
I ain't gon lie, DZ bitch, we got compressers
You n***as can't do a damb thing when we get to pressin
When we spending cheese on our chains and cash investment

[Chorus: FB DZ]
You ain't gotta ask, you know we gon shake something
Got choppers on my side, yeah these n***as ain't gon take nothing
These n***as run when they see these apes coming
You n***as done, we gon yello tape something