[Verse 1: Lingo]
Broke ass n***a, don't even own a bed
Bitch [?] money, she an air head
We took him down, 400 pees in the shed
I just paid 6 bands for two bricks of red
Dropped 60 on him, he ain't respond back
Nothing but all killers in my contacts
Lost so many n***as, I lost a few more
We [?] Draco at every show
I make a hundred K every time I knock a ho
My trap do numberes, out of state if I never blow
We in traffic, [?] the low
We take the rental or the striker, when it's time to score

[Verse 2: 22nd Jim]
Got 'bout a hundred that truck, we need a hundred more
Me and [?] on the [?] it's fasho a score
They ain't sipping how we sipping, bitch, we rich junkies
And they ain't stepping how we stepping, n***as been flunckys
Fell in love with that road, really risk taking
I can tell you ain't know shit, 'cause your wrist naked
Count up hundred after hundred, talking Ben Franklins
And if you ask about my n***as, they gon' say we dangerous
All chops when we slide, ain't no Glocks with us
We get the load, then we coming, ain't no popping up
Bad bitch [?] speak a different language
I'ma always keep it P, I'm a real player
[Verse 3: Talibando]
I got real killers on the frontlines, scoring when it's cruntchtime
Get a n***a cooked broad day like it's lunchtime
N***as know the rules, better not ever cross that gun line
Sergical like [?] when I'm shooting with this 45
Serving [?]
N***a ain't solid, put that pressure on him, watch them fold
You running with them n***as who be [?]
I ain't into breaking shit down, I'ma sell it whole