[Verse 1: Slim 400]
Uhh
See my homie started telling, had to get rid of that n***a
Go on the block and making plays, who been killing these n***as?
RIP Pop Smoke, blue been killing these n***as (Hol' up)
Real [?] with bitches chasing this cheddar (Get at me)
One life, do it right [?] already know (Already know)
N***as disrespecting the Blood
But these numbers gon' show (Numbers gon' show)
Get cash, fuck ass, been about this paper
Riding till the sun come up, n***as swerving' them scrapers (Benz)
Up the pole four times, like who keeping' the score?
Lil' homie, big homie, got them n***as on go
Hit a park one time, boy you better get down
Talkin' mommas and daddies
Who made this clown? (Ice water)

[Chorus: ]
Free [?], yeah he trained to go (Bitch)
Know some young n***as down tryna up the pole (For real)
We ain't woofin' on live, yeah, you already know
Crazy ass up in traffic, yeah, we upping the pole (Buh, buh)
We ain't worried 'bout Blood, we already knew he was a hoe (Stupid)
Hella bands in my pocket, bitch, I think I'm the goat
Had your bitch in my DM's yeah, she's ready to go
Just a young n***a, yeah, tryna get to the dough (Stupid)
[Verse 2: ]
Dodge the pen, all the hookers bitches ready to blow
We been breathing on them suckas
Walk him down, get him smoked
If he miss the first time, double back, get him gone
Hell Gang be the posse, yeah, we demons for sure
Four n***as in ten [?], n***as ready to go
Had Tricky hit the Ricky, ain't no saving your bro
Walked in with Four Hunnid, n***as already know
It's an easy bust down, talking sixty [?]
If I don't get it in the city, then I'm trippin' the [?]
Talk a sucka bitch, just to get the job from the hoe
It's a [?], fuck with me and double back with some more
If she don't get it out her booty, I can't fuck with the hoe

[Chorus: ]
Free [?], yeah he trained to go (Bitch)
Know some young n***as down tryna up the pole (For real)
We ain't woofin' on live, yeah, you already know
Crazy ass up in traffic, yeah, we upping the pole (Buh, buh)
We ain't worried 'bout Blood, we already knew he was a hoe (Stupid)
Hella bands in my pocket, bitch, I think I'm the goat
Had your bitch in my DM's yeah, she's ready to go
Just a young n***a, yeah, tryna get to the dough (Stupid)

[Verse 3: ]
He'l never eat again if he told
I keep pole
My youngin', he'll do it for the low (Huh?)
Fill him up, matter fact, it was all off the love
It's no love in these streets
You'll get filled with some slugs (No love)
[?] if the rollers get behind us, we gone
No sleep, been up, tryna make a mil' off my phone
Yeah, it's kill or be killed, way we livin' is wrong
I ain't gotta drop a bag, I can do it alone
The bench fork is over, she gon' send that shit through (Bitch)
I ain't worried 'bout nothin', I hang with some goons (Goons)
I just talked to Germinate, he'll be home soon
Free theme killers who got elbows in the courtroom
[Chorus: ]
Free [?], yeah he trained to go (Bitch)
Know some young n***as down tryna up the pole (For real)
We ain't woofin' on live, yeah, you already know
Crazy ass up in traffic, yeah, we upping the pole (Buh, buh)
We ain't worried 'bout Blood, we already knew he was a hoe (Stupid)
Hella bands in my pocket, bitch, I think I'm the goat
Had your bitch in my DM's yeah, she's ready to go
Just a young n***a, yeah, tryna get to the dough (Stupid)

[Outro]
Shit
We was rolling down Rosecrans
Had to tell the lil' homie
"Ayy, pull over
That's one of them sucks right there up the street, n***a
We gotta cash in on his donation, n***a
Treetop, n***a