[Chorus/Intro: Premier scratching & Conway The Machine]
Hold up, back up
Yeah, n***a
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No-no-n-no-no-no time to hide
You know the fuckin' vibes, n***a, gangsta shit, fuck n***a
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No-no-n-no-no-no-no time to hide
Drive-bys in broad daylight, n***a (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
Give a fuck who outside, boy
No-no-no-no time to hide
Look, look, look (brrrr)

[Verse 1: Conway The Machine]
We got guns like the military
Kill and bury all the opps until I fill a cemetery (hahaha)
You know the motto, I smoke the Gelato, lemon-cherry
Fifty-clip in every stick I carry, I’m a visionary (ah ha)
I seen this shit 'fore it came to fruition (no cap)
When I used to be recitin' my shit while I was baggin’ 'caine in the kitchen (whip up)
Weighin' and whippin', I got shot in my head, I almost died bro
I came within inches: why I been stayin' relentless (I'm on shit)
Yeah, at fifteen, caught a body
Turned around and looked for witnesses, but never saw nobody
How I'm breakin' bricks up with my hands? I wasn’t taught karate
I just flipped that shit and took the bands
And went and bought a Masi (vroom)
Ridin’ with the .40 by me, 2021 for 'em
My brother on parole, he still ridin’ with his gun on him (he got his blicky, n***a)
Whippin' fish up all night 'til it become mornin' (uh-huh)
Stay in your lane, this your one warning (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)
Machine, bitch
[Chorus: Premier scratching & MC Eiht]
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
Geah
No-no-no-no-no time to hide
Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No-no-no-n-no-no time to hide
Geah n***a, Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
Haha
No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide
Geah, Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get-get the dough
A-and-and everything is alright
Big shit, n***a!
Geah (b-b-b-buah, geah)

[Verse 2: MC Eiht]
I had a dream: by any means, kingpin (geah)
Sink or swim, I’m jumpin' off in the deep end
Gang signs and a strap, a young adolescent (gr-r-r-ah)
Dope fiends and hood rats, you get the message? (haha)
Gang rhymes and a strap, and a few crack bags (crack bags)
Drive-bys and bodies, a couple toe tags (doo doo doo)
Young n***a, tight eyes in a black Suzuki (vroom)
Blue rag, deuce-deuce and a fat dookie
Snaps on the petro, the dope whip (dope whip)
Hit your block twice, n***a, turnaround trip (b-b-b-buah)
.40 by the waist, shit, extra clip (extra clip)
Tryna cut it one more? Geah, extra flip (ch-ch-ch, yeah)
Marathon like Nip, win the race (win the race)
Whip a pill with the work, babyface (haha)
Yeah, my n***a with the piece, no Jesus
Four-five, n***a, you bustas have never squeezed it
Geah (geah)
[Chorus/Outro: Premier scratching & MC Eiht]
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No-no-no-no-n-no time to hide
Geah, Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No-no-no time to hide
Geah n***a, Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got-to-get-the dough
Haha, geah
No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide
Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
Blue Stamp Official
And-and-and everything is alright
Geah! Honcho
My n***a Conway, what up? Preemo in the building!
My n***a Chill, [?]
And that's official, n***a
Doo doo doo! Geah
Shots fired, clown
Fuck that, we the best, right here
Hood shit, n***a
Geah