[Verse 1 - Shaker The Baker]
It's Chaabian Boyz 3, one and two was a warm-up
Two nights in the booth, microphone slaughter
Tryna bring it back like I'm cooking crack
You better wear gloves when you pull it out the water
I get teary-eyed when I think about my daughter
She tries to switch the FaceTime any time I call her
I can't even answer cause I'm still in the trap
Every time I make it out it keeps pulling me back
See it's easy to die but it's hard to live
One trigger, ten pellets in your cartilage
My cat nearly died from a half a jib
Snow kicked him in the face like Karate Kid
I'm blowing money fast, I'm B.M.F
War ready, couldn't anybody be a threat
My young G pull up on a BMX
And he makes the gun bark like DMX

[Verse 2 - Frenzo Harami]
Straight Dixy, no Dorchester
They never took me in when I sought shelter
Start getting money, watch these whores fester
Somebody give that bitch a raw tester
We're cooking up crack, not gammon
I've got magic on my carpet like Aladdin
We bag bricks into Z's then we slang 'em
In the T-house, we've got more scales than the dragon
And we're getting money strictly
So much cocaine spinning I feel sickly
I'll leave your pickney with a ripped sleeve
Bitch please, I'll push your wig back like a shit weave
Big .45 when we're sliding, we're riding
Real bad boys move in silence
And that pussy still hiding
I'll slap it on his girl like domestic violence