[Intro: Trick Trick]
Yeah
What up doe?
[?]
Ain't come here for no problems
Came here for this motherfucking money
Stay out my goddamn way, I stay out your's
[?]

[Verse 1: Charli Baltimore]
[?] methad of maddness
[?] mobsters behind glasses, [?]
Short top lapses
[?] understand that when you see my wrist
It's all about the chase, I chase money to chase accounts
Corprat thugs, we just faze you out
Everything gangsta, killers, dealers
[?] bring out the gorillas
[?] never catch me sideways
Line up the highway, [?] or the driveway
[?] leaning to the left
With 15 karots dangling in between my breasts
[?] ride shotgun, my shotgun my baby
[?] did a 180, and tried not to pay me
360's when I pull up on [?]
5 cars behind me, with n***as that's on [?]
[Chorus: Charli Baltimore]
We got them guns [?]
[?]
They standing [?]
Cause [?]
We rolling way too deep
Gone off that [?]
They hollaing out who we?
Shit, n***a, it's BMB

[Verse 2: Trick Trick]
[?] motherfucker responsible for making you n***as miserable
You ain't welcome in my city, n***a, you pitiful
[?] gorillas in numbers [?] coming to get at you
You better run, n***a
[?] outlaw
So I don't give a motherfuck about y'all
N***a still got rich, without y'all
I'll fit this 50 in your fucking mouth, dawg
Goon squad mafia
Talk shit to him [?]
[?] I'm knocking it up
You n***as ain't rocking shit, if you ain't rocking with us
[?]
Me and BMB [?]
[?] what you know 'bout real n***as [?]
Back with goon squad [?] behind me

[Chorus: Charli Baltimore]
We got them guns [?]
[?]
They standing [?]
Cause [?]
We rolling way too deep
Gone off that [?]
They hollaing out who we?
Shit, n***a, it's BMB

[Verse 3: Charli Baltimore]
It's the secret society, no notoriety
N***as to the right of me, all willing to die for me
I ain't gotta [?], I just got my head
[?] lay [?]chaos and mayhem
[?] last words spoken
[?] provoking, then I'll tell him I was joking
Oh well, he got taken [?]
[?] let a n***a [?]
Battlestar Galatica, [?] come this way
Got 4 on a [?], they ain't spictacular
And they can't shoot back at ya, you can't get one off
5 to the back of ya, hoes get ran off
See me in your city, looking like I'm solo
But it's 50 thugs with me, all looking like they dolo
[?] ain't talking Todo
Bring a n***a up, Crip walk in your photo
[Chorus: Charli Baltimore]
We got them guns [?]
[?]
They standing [?]
Cause [?]
We rolling way too deep
Gone off that [?]
They hollaing out who we?
Shit, n***a, it's BMB