[Intro: G.T.]
Man, turn that shit up, man
Yeah
That real shit, that 7 Mile shit
Plug talk, n***a
Yeah
Ayy

[Chorus: G.T.]
Be careful when you backin' that big body up
My n***as, they get money and they bodied up
We grind hard for this shit, n***a, wasn't nothing luck
I got picked up from the county in a Maybach truck
My feet up in the backseat, Swanbo rolling up
I was VIP in clubs and I wasn't old enough
I had to go back to my jeweler, I wasn't froze enough
Stop talkin' work to me, you ain't sold enough

[Verse 1: G.T.]
They used to tell me come back when I was old enough
I grabbed the pistol, I grabbed the sack, I told them n***as I'm grown as fuck
Them 7.62s get to flipping, I bet they fold 'em up
I got like fifty bands, two FNs in my pants, I can't hold 'em up
Ain't no n***a gon' hold me up
I'm working like I ain't got one dollar, but I'm really up
Nah, for real, n***a, I'm really up
I bought a chain and watch, I could have went and bought a Bentley truck
I be around snakes, n***a slimy, n***a slick as fuck
Around them heavyweights, them n***as'll slam your ass and pick you up
N***as think you sweet, they gon' rock you to sleep and stick you up
We got on heavy chains, we got them pistols tucked
Cameras down the block, we saw 'em coming, it's already tucked
The rose gold an anniversary, the white a 41
I really started getting some real cheese when I turned twenty-one
What you mean you ain't cop more than one? Your trap slow or what?
[Chorus: G.T.]
Be careful when you backin' that big body up
My n***as, they get money and they bodied up
We grind hard for this shit, n***a, wasn't nothing luck
I got picked up from the county in a Maybach truck
My feet up in the backseat, Swanbo rolling up
I was VIP in clubs and I wasn't old enough
I had to go back to my jeweler, I wasn't froze enough
Stop talkin' work to me, you ain't sold enough

[Verse 2: Veeze]
That lil' shit you doing, we don't call that braggin' (Believe that)
This really my life, you call that fashion (Yeah)
Hundred pounds ain't shit, that's light, n***a, we don't even call that trappin' (That's light, n***a)
I'm smokin' top shelf, white buffs, shit got white as ash
I got a bad-ass bitch be scammin', she 'bout to buy a Patek (Ooh)
She tryna show me shit with the profiles, get me a free-ass mansion
Bro said the motion so big, these bitches from Paris'll fly to Atlanta (On a Spirit too)
You take her down to Miami, the word is yours like Tony and Manny (No cap)
Three, four drugs in my satchel, n***a can't see us, we off this planet (Yeah)
I got a lean habit, look in my cup, it's pink like salmon (Ugh)
Bro said fuck the camera, see that n***a, he gon' box his casket
So geeked up when I'm off the pills, I had to dark my glasses (No cap)
All my jeans come with bandana, feel like a bandit
All my n***as, they overprotective, n***a, ain't no lacking
This lil' bitch said she wanna be down, I feel like she Brandy
I don't give a fuck if you come with a Porsche, the money'll shred it
[Chorus: G.T.]
Be careful when you backin' that big body up
My n***as, they get money and they bodied up
We grind hard for this shit, n***a, wasn't nothing luck
I got picked up from the county in a Maybach truck
My feet up in the backseat, Swanbo rolling up
I was VIP in clubs and I wasn't old enough
I had to go back to my jeweler, I wasn't froze enough
Stop talkin' work to me, you ain't sold enough