[Intro: Q Da Fool & Splurge]
Six7 on the beat
Yeah, geeked up
Too much smoke, we want the smoke (Bitch, yeah)
All the smoke, hundred round goon
You know how we comin' through
Whoa, Kenny

[Verse 1: Splurge]
We got the sticks, n***as know that we spinnin' (Sticks)
And the beat by Six7 and Kenny
I'm taking shit, n***a tryna be friendly (Take that)
I got designer, it's shipped from Italy
Catch a rap n***a and shoot up his Bentley (Bop, hrrr)
I'm in the Hills where the bitches on Henny (Hills)
I'm in the Hills where the bitches on pills
Don't try shit, bitch, I got that glizzy, yuh (Try)
Stomp that boy out in Balencis
Just got a Glock and that bitch got a 50
Aim at his top, we'll fly to your city
Still fuck the opps, tell them n***as come get me (Fuck that)
Yeah, know we not doin' no extra
I'm finna make a phone call, get the pack in
Don't try that bullshit 'cause we packin'
Pull up with clips, we ain't doin' no actin'
[Chorus: Q Da Fool & Splurge]
Young n***as rich, so we splurge
We copped a mask like we finna go purge
We make them bricks fly like a bird
Where is that pack? We robbin' them nerds
They be hittin' my trap phone up like chirp
We just gon' pull on your block, then skrrt
Who got the work? We got the work
Who got the work? We got the work
Young n***as rich, so we splurge
We copped a mask like we finna go purge
We make them bricks fly like a bird
Where is that pack? We robbin' them nerds
They be hittin' my trap phone up like chirp
We just gon' pull on your block, then skrrt
Who got the work? We got the work
Who got the work? We got the work

[Verse 2: Q Da Fool]
Don't pass me a TEC 'cause that bitch might jam
Wockhardt, Hi-Tech, blunt stuffed four grams
Beat up the block, I feed the fam
Rugers and Glocks, leave yo' bitch ass in half
Six different strands, shit they don't have
Rob you and your man and run off with your bands
I just got a load, it keep breaking the scale
Got rich off of drawin', I'm cookin' up bales
The judge give me time, I'ma trap in the jail
Bitch, I'm really thuggin' for real
Smoke out the pound, I went up on the pill
I got that drip, no Givenchy, I'm poppin' the seal
I don't give a fuck how you feel
Largo Road, I'm from Chopperville
Rest in peace Phil, for bro, we gon' drill
Shoot up his car so his head on the wheel, bitch
[Chorus: Q Da Fool & Splurge]
Young n***as rich, so we splurge
We copped a mask like we finna go purge
We make them bricks fly like a bird
Where is that pack? We robbin' them nerds
They be hittin' my trap phone up like chirp
We just gon' pull on your block, then skrrt
Who got the work? We got the work
Who got the work? We got the work
Young n***as rich, so we splurge
We copped a mask like we finna go purge
We make them bricks fly like a bird
Where is that pack? We robbin' them nerds
They be hittin' my trap phone up like chirp
We just gon' pull on your block, then skrrt
Who got the work? We got the work
Who got the work? We got the work