[Chorus: Mr Capone-E]
She gon' dance for the money then pop it
Got the heaters outside, I've got my rocket
Bitch too emotional, call her toxic
If we got drugs then we gon' box it
Ayy, all the way from LA
Ayy, plug's outta TJ
Ayy, riding in a PJ
Ayy, touch down in the UK

[Verse 1: Mozzy]
I crank yeekies but we ran through 'em
Tried to walk that boy down when we ran into him
My little n***a eighteen, you gotta hand it to him
He got Vietnam choppers, speaking Spanish fluent
Tell 'em "Rest in piss like the rest of 'em"
We apply that pressure on 'em, spending metrics on us
Melees on the ties with the ketchup on 'em
They took me in, I bought it out without a testimony, duh
They don't want no macaroni, all these n***as duds
They ask me what I'm doing, I be like, "Drugs"
Hitters on the PNA, you are not a thug
You waiting on blood to call you back, you are not the plug
Told me that I'm ugly, I don't care bitch, I'm popping
He ain't really Fourth like he say, he been adopted
She ain't really fuck me like she say, baby toxic
Talking 'bout no money, we gon' switch up on the topics
[Chorus: Mr Capone-E]
She gon' dance for the money then pop it
Got the heaters outside, I've got my rocket
Bitch too emotional, call her toxic
If we got drugs then we gon' box it
Ayy, all the way from LA
Ayy, plug's outta TJ
Ayy, riding in a PJ
Ayy, touch down in the UK

[Verse 2: Mr Capone-E]
Black gloves, no trace when I hop out
No waking up, call it knockout
I been from the trenches, GTA
This lifestyle, to live and die LA
Palm trees, haters, player max
Don't walk white, shit, pass me the kodiaks
All facts, started from the trap
Shipping them packs, now I got me a stacks
Got the Anaheim Duck jersey
Connected OC, wake up hella early
You ain't a thug, you is not a plug
Down to SD, the TJ shipping mud
I run 'em, big boxes through London
Front 'em, big money in abundance
Gun 'em, we with the function
The hardest ese rapper worldwide, no assumption
[Chorus: Mr Capone-E]
She gon' dance for the money then pop it
Got the heaters outside, I've got my rocket
Bitch too emotional, call her toxic
If we got drugs then we gon' box it
Ayy, all the way from LA
Ayy, plug's outta TJ
Ayy, riding in a PJ
Ayy, touch down in the UK

[Verse 3: Frenzo Harami]
Done it off a coke line, didn't need a cosign
I get a broke bitch, turn that pussy to a goldmine
I robbed ten Pakis with this old nine
I won't give him back a brick but he can hold bine
I told her, "Let's fuck again for old times"
Posted on the block like a road sign
My co-D's a snake, he's got two faces
Two hand tings, that's two cases
My akhis don't move unless I say so
Shells from NATO, I ain't tryna lay low
Five racks for the AK, we ain't got no Draco's
No DEA, we're ducking from drug squad and CID's in plain clothes
Ripping off their panties
Got the opps singing like Ashanti
Paki in an Uber but we ain't doing taxi
My brudda cloned the plates, it ain't matching the chassis
Hanging out the passy with a machine
[Chorus: Mr Capone-E]
She gon' dance for the money then pop it
Got the heaters outside, I've got my rocket
Bitch too emotional, call her toxic
If we got drugs then we gon' box it
Ayy, all the way from LA
Ayy, plug's outta TJ
Ayy, riding in a PJ
Ayy, touch down in the UK