(Young Mike)
Bitch it’s that gas
Whole lotta choppers they be on yo’ ass
I was in the back of the class with the racks and the packs in the bag
Gotta get us on the map
I don’t care about your strap, lil’ boy gettin’ clapped
I be in the trap and I be on my Mac
I don’t care about rap, made a ‘hunnid off packs
Im a real trap hitta get you whacked for a sack

(Lil Med)
I was dead broke I was down on my ass
Nobody believed in the plan that I had
I know them n***as be hatin’ they mad
But I get them racks and throw them in a bag
I just be flexin’, you need to relax
What did I do? Bitch I got off my ass
Hop in my whip and I straight did the dash
The plug hit my phone (hе got Ps of the gas)
Told him bring 3, n***a hurry up fast
Run off on him and I know that he mad
But bitch I don’t care ‘cus I’m turnt to thе max (said bitch I don’t care ‘cus I’m turnt to the max)

(Young Mike)
Bitch it’s that gas
Whole lotta choppers they be on yo’ ass
I was in the back of the class with the racks and the packs in the bag
Gotta get us on the map
I don’t care about your strap, lil’ boy gettin’ clapped
I be in the trap and I be on my Mac
I don’t care about rap, made a ‘hunnid off packs
Im a real trap hitta get you whacked for a sack
(Izzy)
I’m a real trap hitta made a ‘hunnid on the streets
Ridin’, catch a play, stuffin racks in my jeans
N***as get smoked if they think shit sweet
I’ll have a n***a MIA like he playin’ for the Heat

(Young Mike)
Playin’ with the heat, I ain’t playin’ with my meat
Now I’m aimin’ at your head, I ain’t aimin’ at your feet
I don’t fuck with the feds, I ain’t never gone speak
I ain’t never had a bed, I ain’t never had sheets

(Izzy)
They ain’t never gave me shit, but I went and got it right
Now I’m crashin’ every beat, me, Med, and Young Mike
N***as hatin’ on us, turnin’ up on sight
Freestylin’ every beat, swear to God shit light

(Young Mike)
Swear to God the shit light, like they muhfuckin’ bag
And I’m really ‘bout to smoke ‘em like some muhfuckin’ gas
And homie finna poke ‘em but he really not a fag
Yeah I’m a leave him him open, I’m a leave him wit’ a tag

(Izzy)
Ride around swangin’ you can hear my shit knockin’
I ain’t fuck your hoe but I passed her like Stockton
Me and Mo was ridin’ flippin’ packs for the profit
N***as really bitches they just all of the gossip
I was locked up I was still catchin’ sales
N***as know my name hold weight like scale
I called the plug up and told him bring a ‘hunnid Ps
I gotta show these n***as who got real clientele
(Young Mike)
Bitch it’s that gas
Whole lotta choppers they be on yo’ ass
I was in the back of the class with the racks and the packs in the bag
Gotta get us on the map
I don’t care about your strap, lil’ boy gettin’ clapped
I be in the trap and I be on my Mac
I don’t care about rap, made a ‘hunnid off packs
Im a real trap hitta get you whacked for a sack