[Verse 1]
Check this out my n***a
5... 500 for the belt my n***a
He the finesse guy, all the hoes like when he come flex hard
Got the best on, no 9 to 5, they hit licks or run it through a credit card
Gimme that, gimme that
I'm in the back like fuck that punk
I go to work every day still rockin these bummy ass shoes with holes in the front
Got a n***a thinkin po trunk
Catch a little bitch while he sittin' outside smokin' on a blunt

[Hook]
I'm like fuck that n***a
I'm like fuck that, fuck that n***a
I'm like fuck that n***a
He got J's on and the Bape on, man fuck that n***a

[Verse 2]
Check this out my n***a
The double G stand out my n***a
Gimme that, gotta be worth a couple thou my n***a
He wanna flex huh, bout to take his ass down my n***a
You, you know that's Chi shit
We, we been on that Chi shit
Don't act like a n***a ain't come from that violence
We been stainin' n***as before Ye was thinkin' about college
I hate to get violent, but you out here stylin'
Like my shoes ain't catchin' the breeze, it's hard to keep silence
We out wilin', we out wilin'
Don't make a scene because I'd hate to involve sirens
[Hook]

[Bridge]
J's on, up that shit
True's on, up that shit
Up that shit, up that shit
Up that shit, my n***a up that shit
J's on, up that shit
True's on, up that shit
Bitch bad, cuff that bitch
Cuff that bitch, my n***a up that shit