[Intro]
We the ones going extra hard to bring the city up

[Verse]
We the ones going hard to bring the city up F.N got so much fuckin power this bitch giddy up, damn I don't want that rec no more I need a Bentley truck, drunk a four of wock and popped a perc just to pick me up, gave my lil bitch a perc too made her lick me up, bitch we in a Ram TRX this the Hemi truck, counting twenty mad as hell I can't hit Benji up, took my side bitch down the way too fuck Fendi up, (RMC Mike) Ian even get the head from yo bitch I just titty fucked, we in a Lamborghini put that old ass Bentley up, we in thе alley with the same n***a that poppеd Rickey up, I'm out in Cali looking for the bud you gotta hit me up, my lil n***a said he love the sound the way the semi bust, I was sixteen years old on the city bus, I got a Hemi in this bitch you hear me pulling up, If I went to school with you n***a I would've beat you up, (YSR Gramz) Shiit I would've shot his ass cold hearted demon traumatized about a body bag, I would've blew the task force up if I was Rodney ass, n***as steady tryna bite our style old copycats, I just poured two four's in a pair of Snapples, drinking on some old red this a Teradactyl, that mean it's old as hell, if you ain't got no weed call Gramz he got bowls for sale, he caught a body then snitched on his man's that's bold as hell, the same feathers always flock together you told as well, (RMC Mike) nah Mike I'm done selling weed I got a phone for sale, I just got into some real estate we got homes for sale, she real, she stayed in the trap when it was cold as hell, why you posting all them guns this ain't show and tell, I don't want the head out yo bitch her teeth gold as hell, you be out here shooting people co- you finna go to jail, sold a four out a wock pint mike poured a twelve, how you doing scams on the road but can't pay yo bail (YSR Gramz) Glock on me every single day that's my protocale, oops I mean protocol popped a n***a all in his chin knocked his shoulders off, now I'm in a ten wit F.N and a bowl of sauce, if I don't like you and yo beat whack ima overcharge, (RMC Mike) .308 shootin big bullets like a bowling ball, she can put the AK in her pants she got on overalls, pull that bitch out and knock a n***a whole motor off, My cup darker than a bitch it look like motor oil, my n***a still in traffic with that 30 he got court tomorrow, (YSR Gramz) two years ago was fucked up I got a fortune now,(RMC Mike) from Lebow Street LSP I'm in Florida now, hate when no seats war baby I'm in Georgia now, (RMC Mike) a empire recording a mixtape blew a quarter pound