[Intro]
Hit em with the Jab
Buddah blessed this beat

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n***as be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n***as be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door
Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row
I don't know about yours, but my n***as, they on go
And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke

[Verse 1: DeJ Loaf]
Yes, I took that n***a bitch, I gave her back, she was broke
Rockin' all of this designer, it don't come out in the storе
If I tell it how it is I could never gеt exposed
Fuck that Internet beef, I rather hit you on the phone
I don't feel like gettin' dressed, I prolly come out in the Rover
Had to cut a bitch off, she was playin' with her nose
That's your bitch, but she was playin' with the bros
N***a, no snitch, we be talkin' in that code, like
You snitched, why them people at your door, like?
N***a, you folded, you told it
Yeah, and everybody knows it
Yeah, I said, "Everybody knows it" (Yeah)
All of my bitches the baddest, we don't do fake asses
Some of my n***as be trappin', some of my n***as be scammin'
Long as they gettin' that salad, long as that gettin' that cabbage
You bitches is, woo
[Chorus: DeJ Loaf, DeJ Loaf & 42 Dugg]
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n***as be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n***as be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door
Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row
I don't know about yours, but my n***as, they on go
And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Yeah, Ric' doin' sixty, I'm gettin' fifty, I want forty
Can trust these bitches, might be there when that shit important
Yeah, I know they be hatin', I have no, I keep it on me
Yeah, I say I'ma pay her, really gon' play her, end of story
I done drove 'em and crashed 'em, I'm talkin' Benzes, talkin' Porsches
All my n***as get active, you try to run up, they escort ya
My bitches passin' their courses, I'm thuggin', fuckin', endorsin'
My cousin called it extortion, I barely try n***as, force 'em
I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm lit, got DeJ back on her shit
Won't squash beef with no lame until I fuck his bitch
They still chasin' that clout, I'm still servin' my route
I just ordered a thousand, thumb that shit under my couch
Still got bricks all in my house once I move on, I'm out
Put my dick in her mouth, I don't love 'em or cuff 'em
.41s on me, both bussin'
When I come in your spot I back end, n***as know that bag, yeah
[Chorus: DeJ Loaf, Sada Baby & DeJ Loaf & Sada Baby]
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n***as be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n***as be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door (Ayy)
Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row
I don't know about yours, but my n***as, they on go (Hey, they TCG, ayy)
And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy, now look)

[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
We some apes who move, dawg, I keep Draco for my breth'
Pussy n***a hit my line, why is you in my DM?
Instagram gon' be the death of Internet n***as and friends
Fucked your bitch and gave her back, she had a Love Jones for my mans
I'ma tell the truth, remember when the rope was wrapped around me?
Bitches love me 'cause I lie with 'em but don't cap around 'em
Hit your hood in my new foreign, I might do some laps around ya
Ain't gotta up this MAC while I'm on Mac with DeJ, attract them commons
Okay, woo, woo, there it is (Oh, yeah)
Suppressor, I don't know how that bitch soundin'
Your bitch got you out here poutin', made you leave her in a lost and found
East side n***a, big, almighty, pop a Perc', make her pull a all-nighter
Make a n***a jit with this rifle, let me see your book work
I tried to tell ya we had poles, glad I ain't know ya'
Pussy n***a gettin' exposed, thought I ain't know ya' (Hm, hm, hm-hm-hm-hm)
(Hm-hm-hm-hm) But now it's over, you n***as is, ugh
[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n***as be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these n***as be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door
Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row
I don't know about yours, but my n***as, they on go
And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke