[Intro: Shawty Lo]
I don’t give a damn about this shit man
I got to mind this motherfuckin’ tree
Bitch go pick it yourself ho
L-O, real bankhead

[Hook: Shawty Lo]
Made a few mils in the trap
I got the strap in my lap
I made some helluva caps
I put my hood on the map
I got whatever in food
N***as ain’t fucking with us
Even got snow on the bluff
I put your ho in the dust
I got drugs
I got drugs

[Verse 1: Shawty Lo]
I pray to god for my enemies
I don’t know if god into me
Y’all n***as ain’t no kin to me
I hate to sin but it’s you or me
Paper towels at church
Ten percent not thots
Y’all n***as ain’t hungry
Y’all hoes just thirsty
Spend a bag on y’all hoes
Made it back at the bando
Charge up like Toronto
Shake the ho like a red nose
N***as can’t go how I go
True N-A forever
Thirty wop for a kilo
He high, I’m L-O
Shawty crunch them numbers
Play with snow in the summer
YSL cost a bundle
We did kill ‘em this summer
And I don’t believe in karma
I believe in commas
Big dog like roof
West side of the jungle
[Hook: Shawty Lo]
Made a few mils in the trap
I got the strap in my lap
I made some helluva caps
I put my hood on the map
I got whatever in food
N***as ain’t fucking with us
Even got snow on the bluff
I put your ho in the dust
I got drugs
I got drugs

[Verse 2: Ralo]
I put my hood on the map
We finna fuck up the globe
I got to stick to the code
The rest of these n***a gon’ fold
You know that shit gon’ get back to me
They want it real, so they gonna ask for me
When I went broke, they turned their back on me
How you my folks and you used to laugh at me?
I used to look up to them, remember?
Now I got more money than them n***as
My kitchen filled with pots and blenders
The rest of these n***as is still pretenders
None of these rappers done go to your funeral
I think they forgot what you used to do for them
Remember them shots, we used to shoot for them
You popped a lot, but you used to root for them
You had them shaking that laffy taffy
You used to make all them n***as happy
You was the man before you started rapping
You made all of your kids proud of their daddy
We done it all and made us a don
We the ones didn’t forget where we from
Ocean Drive, you know it’s still alive
Long live forever, don’t ever die
[Hook: Shawty Lo]
Made a few mils in the trap
I got the strap in my lap
I made some helluva caps
I put my hood on the map
I got whatever in food
N***as ain’t fucking with us
Even got snow on the bluff
I put your ho in the dust
I got drugs
I got drugs