[Verse 1: Ampichino]
Keep a nine under my armpit
I stay high
Plus I'm flyer than dog shit
Me, Berner, and Jack stay on that Mob shit
It's drought season you gotta cop from a convict
Hit your block with a 30 dick
Set up up shop pumping hop we move 30 bricks
Since my whip ain't come with no top on it
All of a sudden my nuts they wanna hop on 'em
I got warrants, the cops swarming, the block hot
The spot brought
I get sideways with a cop watching
Top shotters, we kill n***as for nothing
You faggots got rich while trill n***as was struggling
Flatfoot hustling
Try and stack this paper up
We weighing duffles while you n***as catching papercuts
We chasing cheese while you broad chasing
If your hoe stare at me too long shes stargazing

[Verse 2: The Jacka]
Jetskis for memorial
No keys when the car come on
Blow trees we don't buy cologne
I'm at the Raider game about to light a cone
It's pure dope in my styrofoam
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Pigs hopin' that I got the bullet
Cuz they can't prove that I gunned you down
Y'all not gon' be chilling with us
'less you ready to be killing n***as
Four-nickles they in the building
Four-zero we got em with us
Shippin' mud, but we not from Texas
I got your love eatin' dick for breakfast
I ain't steal no chain if I stripped a necklace
I'm from the west, I get dressed with hecklers
We selling crack and our cake's expensive
Death is the only way out the business
Never heard of Jack then you not the business
Yes I'm in the Mob you could not pretend this
I try to end this with who I begin with
Fuck over the J same deal with the change clip
Try to find the way while I'm on the cocaine shit
Spill a n***a brain then I hop on the plane quick
We can’t be saved cuz we came off a slave ship
Put you in a grave but we everyone's favorite
Real n***as pray to God that we make it
And real broads wanna stand in front of us naked