[Chorus: N7 & Pwap]
Never doubt the gang, bitch, I'm confident
It's only real n***as who I'm rockin' with
You see stars in the ceiling, this a rocket ship
Wayne Gretsky when I bounce out with the hockey sticks
West Side, bitch, it's West Wap
Big blower on me leave your chest hot
Big bucks is the next stop
Got a new Glock for the next opp
Hit a n***a for his wristwatch
Got shooters with me like Fort Knox
Four shooters, that's four mops
That's no witness, that's no cops

[Verse 1: N7]
Exposin' fake love, we don't like that
'Cause there's money to be made, gettin' right, fam
It's cold water on my body like an ice bath
And I always keep a shooter, that's my right hand

[Verse 2: Pwap]
Only feel 'em 'cause we're well known
I was bustin' juggs off the cell phone
Drop a six in a styrofoam
I pollute the cup 'til my mind gone
Bend her over, now her spine gone
Seein' fake n***as through the blindfolds
Yankee Doodle, leave his eyes closed
And it's Wap Sauce, No. 9, ho
[Verse 3: N7]
Break your chick and then I break her spine
Broke n***a need to step aside
Shoot a n***a like Columbine
If he disrespect me and get out of line
Roddy Ricch, I need a dollar sign
Finna kill the pussy, call it homicide
Westland based, and that's bottom line
Shells leave a square n***a traumatized

[Verse 4: Pwap]
I'll knock down a fuck n***a
Have a Big Mac 'cause the yak hungry
It's Petty Wap, stupid with the wobble
Through the weekend, plus I keep the racks on me
Yop on me matte black, homie
Case a pussy n***a wanna act phony
Ain't no friend of mines, I'ma tax brodie
I'm a real n***a, check the stats on me

[Verse 5: N7]
This shit rap money, but I been had it
I love fuckin' bitches and I love trappin'
Your MCM broke and he a drug addict
I keep guns in the house, I'm a gun addict
Snatch the check, uh, uh, then I'm out of there
N***as hatin' for no reason, man, they hella weird, ayy
Dope got us sweating, it ain't hot in here
I'm a young boss n***a, but I ain't a mayor
[Verse 6: Pwap]
Free the Mac, gotta make sure I make it quick
N7, Wap on stupid shit
Since sixth grade, ain't new to this
On the West Side, crew stupid lit
Bag your bitch and then bag a dummy
Straight rags to riches, now it's bags of money
Dare a n***a try to take it from me
He'll be actin' hungry, chop fill his tummy
Mama told me, "Watch your closest homie"
Never had a pops, n***a stoned from me
I'm forever lonely but I keep it on me
Hot summer nights, kept the hoodie on me
Four-fifth, I'ma put it on him
For an opp n***a, pull a bullet on him
Take his sides off, leave a mullet on him
On the dead locs, had to do it for him

[Chorus: N7 & Pwap]
Never doubt the gang, bitch, I'm confident
It's only real n***as who I'm rockin' with
You see stars in the ceiling, this a rocket ship
Wayne Gretsky when I bounce out with the hockey sticks
West Side, bitch, it's West Wap
Big blower on me leave your chest hot
Big bucks is the next stop
Got a new Glock for the next opp
Hit a n***a for his wristwatch
Got shooters with me like Fort Knox
Four shooters, that's four mops
That's no witness, that's no cops
[Verse 7: N7 & Pwap]
Ayy, label the bag up and flip
Yeah, the chopper could lift up a whip
We're stackin' the Franks, n***a, play with my kids
Name another n***a fuckin' with this
They tryna copy the drip
Drummer sounds, make a beat with a stick
100K on me, I look like a lick
When I up the diss it make you give your kicks
My bracelet look like a glacier
And my chopper racist 'cause it don't like n***as
Bitch, it's Pwap from the Wicked Street
Downin' prescription, I'm leanin' on n***as
You had your chance at the throne too
We took it from you, now we is them n***as
We is them n***as, they see we them n***as
Not flexin' and 'fessin', I'm geekin' on n***as

[Verse 8: N7]
If foenem tweakin', I'ma bust 'em up
Said, "Lil' bro, quit the hate and get your money up"
Why you talkin' down on me, n***a? Show me love
She all through the night, your shooter let the brodie fuck
They call me Jackboy, make fake n***as feel uncomfortable
This chopper hungry, eat his face up like a Lunchable
My n***as wild, hella wild, like a Jungle Book
But I don't need the gang with me just to feel untouchable

[Verse 9: Pwap]
Only gang who I'm rockin' with
Baby gave me neck, long esophagus
Point Glocks at the opposite
N7 cleaned up with the mops and shit
Blessin' n***as like the prophets did
Copped a new bag like the rastas did
And it's Wap Sauce, Petty overload
I'm a Wicked wizard, shout out to the folks
Bouncin' out with the F&N
Several shooters lurkin', waitin' for the blow
I'll never ever love a ho
Put my hole trust into a totem pole
For so many years, n***as slept on me
But I'm up now, and I'm blessed, homie
Keep a pretty penny, stupid checks on me
Only 18, I'm a vet, brodie

[Outro: N7]
Goddamn
Is that it? We done?
Alright bet