[Chorus:Frisco]
[x2]Dese n***as, Dese n***as, Dese n***as don't want no smoke
Dese n***as, Dese n***as, Dese n***as don't wanna get poked
They ain't out on the roads
These n***as never gripped on a chrome
Dese n***as, Dese n***as, Dese n***as talk bad on the net while they're flexing at home

[Verse 1:Frisco]
I be out on my own, big pack and a rambo
If I catch an opp then Imma get him ghost
That's word to my bro
I don't flex with no hoes
I be out here, I'd rather get dough
Them times in warm block with Psycho, we was bagging up snow
Me and Money, bagging up crow
We deal with more than O's
We deal with more than shanks
We got fizzys, we don't shoot blanks
What you know about that?
Catch man lacking after we told him don't lack
What you know about that?
Got 20 in the clip, but the ting wan' jam
So I pull out my rambo
He thought he was bad, but now he's running on his damn toes
Still on a [?] bam, cause the feds got all my n***as on asbo's
I be out on the strip
If not, you can catch me in the bandoe
Revenge is sweet, something like kiwi and mango
[Chorus:Frisco]
[x2]Dese n***as, Dese n***as, Dese n***as don't want no smoke
Dese n***as, Dese n***as, Dese n***as don't wanna get poked
They ain't out on the roads
These n***as never gripped on a chrome
Dese n***as, Dese n***as, Dese n***as talk bad on the net while they're flexing at home

[Verse 2:Balistik]
I can tell you for a fact! I ain't never been a fuck n***a
Only when I'm on the other side with [?] guys and a pump n***a
You're an idiot if you wanna be a rider and say fuck skrilla(HOW?!)
My n***as ride and still have time to eat like mum's dinner( yum yum!)
These fuck boys ain't making bread
Only in dreams is when they get Z
They want beef, but they snitching to fed
They be running their mouth, but more on their legs
Catch a pagan, I'll wrap him
They already know Balistik ain't in it for rapping
If Jbandz attacks him, I bet he'll be flying like he rolls with Aladdin
[?] we ain't joking around
This ain't superkings when I'm smoking the clown
We be holding it down
Catch a pagan with Whites, guarantee we be poking him down (jook, jook, jook, jook)
These n***as, these n***as
These n***as ain't hitters
They're talking 'about figures and spinach
Your n***as are fibbers
My n***as got spinners in .44's with some killers(GANG!)
[Chorus:Frisco]
Dese n***as, Dese n***as, Dese n***as don't want no smoke
Dese n***as, Dese n***as, Dese n***as don't wanna get poked
They ain't out on the roads
These n***as never gripped on a chrome
Dese n***as, Dese n***as, Dese n***as talk bad on the net while they're flexing at home