[Intro: YBN Nahmir & Almighty Jay]
Hoodzone Productions
Gang
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, gang, gang
Gang, grra
Bitch, YBN shit
Bitch, ayy, ayy, gang, gang, ayy

[Verse 1: Almighty Jay & YBN Nahmir]
I'm chasin' a bag, countin' guap, while you n***as on some broke shit (Bitch)
My brother stay strapped, pop any n***a on that ho shit (Grra)
Internet shooters, man, these n***as ain't gon' blow shit (They ain't gon' blow shit)
And you ain't my brother, so you can miss me with that bro shit (Ayy)
N***as say you flippin' work, then I'm on that kick a door shit (On that kick a door shit)
Take a n***a down, get on that ground, get on that floor, bitch (Grra, pow, pow, pow)
Your broski, he a clown, bro, move around 'fore you get domed, bitch (Bro, move around, ayy)
Had to cut him off 'cause n***as snitchin' on that ho shit (These n***as hoes, ayy, ooh)

[Verse 2: Almighty Jay & YBN Nahmir]
I'm 'bout the cheese and the guap, yo' bitch, she a thot, tryna take off her top (bitch, ooh)
My brother just burnt out the lot, had to go cop a foreign just to drop out the top (skrrt, ooh)
I gotta watch for the opps, put a drum in the Glock, that's a whole hunnid shots (grrah, ooh)
N***as want beef with the gang, but the whole fuckin' time, they be tellin' the cops (ayy)
I'm up in traffic, know that my pistol be clappin', run up, you think that I'm lackin' (grrah, pow, pow, pow)
Bitch, I'm a savage, I ain't never run from shit, bitch, I be lettin' 'em have it (I'm high off Maverick, gang)
High off dope, no, I don't fuck with them average, you n***as not 'bout that action (grrah)
Slide down, if a n***a want smoke, you should've known that I'm packin' (ayy, bitch, ooh)
[Verse 3: Almighty Jay & YBN Nahmir]
Bitch, I be high like a addict, Balenciaga, need to copy the fashion (bitch)
Shootin' up shit like the navy, illegal guns 'cause these hoes automatic (grrah, grrah)
How you want smoke with the gang, but you stay put up?
N***a, you don't want static (you don't want static)
Rented the Lamb' for a week, let Nahmir drive it and he almost crashed it
You n***as copy (copy), you n***as dissin' for fame (fame), you n***as really be lame (grrah)
Pop off, If I catch you then Jay rubbin' off the paint (he rubbin' off that paint, bitch)
If I see you at that drive-thru, I might have a nice day (that's on my mama)
Bitch, this ain't no Mickey D's I turn yo' M into a K (grrah, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 4: Almighty Jay & YBN Nahmir]
Bitch, I'm the man, my diamonds, they dance, yo' bitch on my dick like a fan (my diamonds, they dance)
I feel like Tay-K, I just did the race, 'cause I had to run up the bands (run up the bands)
My n***as' real shooters, so why would they fight? You know they not usin' no hands (nah)
Why n***as mad 'cause I tryna make it? That shit was just all in the plan (gang, all in the plan)
We ain't fuckin' with no Ford so I'm bringin' out that Porsche
Bitch, I'm probly in the Jeep and yet, that bitch ain't got no doors (skrrt)
Bitch, I'm speedin' in that 'Rari, know that label got a horse (it got a horse, bitch)
Leather print up in that bitch, so, yeah, I'm slayin' up them doors (ayy)

[Verse 5: Almighty Jay & YBN Nahmir]
I'm not from the Chi' but I'm throwin' Ls 'cause n***as be lamer than a bitch (N***as, they lame)
Chasin' a bag, not chasin' a bitch, blue hunnids like Lilo & Stitch
Don't fuck with new n***as, just me and my brothers 'cause I know how quick n***as switch (me and my brothers)
He talkin' that shit, two to three shells, split that boy's shit like a Twix (gang, gang)
When we pull up and hop out, these n***as run (these n***as run, ayy)
They be talkin' like, "Oh, shit, he got a gun" (ayy)
Know that K, it hold 50, it got a drum (ayy)
Know that chopper's got bullets size as a plum (grrah, pow, pow, pow, ayy)
[Outro: YBN Nahmir]
Bitch, you already know what it is, n***a, YBN shit, n***a, duck yo' mothafuckin' taco, bitch, huh?
YBN shit, bitch, huh? Sly, bitch, ayy
Bow, bow, bitch, ayy, gang, gang, gang