[Intro: Jay Worthy]
Yeah
Comin' in with that real deal P shit
You know what I mean
Got my neighbor from the North side
2 Eleven, what's happenin', though?
Check it out

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
I step into the party with the freaks and hoes
Two bottle of the Henn', get the bitches Patron
Got some powder for my white girl, she like to go up
I got some thizzes for my bae, you know she like to stay up
Shooting dice with the homies, watch me take it all
And if a n***a act up, then I'm takin' off
All love over here, no hate involved
Funk love over here, just a gang of [?]

[Verse 2: 2 Eleven]
Gang of dogs, n***as can't be tamed at all
Flamin' star, baggy suits, we bang and ball
N***as ain't fucking with me on they best day
May seventh at the [?], you can catch a bullet out this cuete
And we gon' make this official
Thinking she won't get no dick from me unless it's beneficial
Ever since a youngin, bitch, I been had vision
She gon' Do Or Die, ain't never been no "Po Pimpin," on pimpin'
[Verse 3: Osbe Chill]
Real killers show me how to lace my Chucks up
Straight out the jungle, it's forever up with us
You know the Nation, know Farrakhan
If you ain't a homie, ain't no fair one, hell nah
Do that shit for Antman
Break a bitch, popping pussy on a handstand
Known to keep it player, pushing P before the pandem'
And I squabble up, n***a, hands down
I'm tryna get this money up, you tryna be a man down

[Verse 4: Quincey White]
Stand down, dog, by all means
'Cause you get tightened up when I pull it from the waist like a drawstring
It's all clean, I got a CCW
I stand with my body, watch the corners cover you
They let me out and gave my pistol back, I'm untouchable
Tt was self-defense, now we smoking piff at the W
My n***a Worthy said he had a jake for me
And this ho said she had some dough on the way for me