[Intro]
(Big Emm)
Yeah, n***a
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
This ain't no gas station weed, n***a, this top shelf
N***as be water boys, runnin’ 'round like they need help
You ain't my fuckin’ twin, we don't look alike
Me and Big Emm in this bitch stuck all night
We don't fuck with broke boys, them n***as tryna get us indicted
Show me 5,000 and I'll shut the fuck up
You DoorDashin' in a SRT, how the hell that work?
You doin' Lyft in a Hellcat, how the hell that work?
N***a, your momma should be ashamed of you
I'll never rep no gang with you
Hang with you
Let alone, sell cocaine with you
Fuck up off my phone, boy
Comment 10 times, you ain't talkin’ ’bout no money
Fuck 10,000, n***a, get you shot for 1500
Standin' on business, what?
How your momma doin’? How your kids doin'?
40 hittin', center of your chеst, how your rims doin'?
Coast to coast, n***a gon’ drag his nuts
Walk how he walk
And that's whats up, n***a, ain't 'een how the fuck you talk
I be feelin' likе Shawty Lo, 'fore he died in that R8
I pull up on my momma, with my daughter in a I8
Fuck you lookin' at? Broke boy, get your eyes straight
Doors in the air, my car pointin' to the heaven gates
We duckin' charges every damn day, can we get a break?
You see my damn neck, Cuban lookin' like I ice skate
Bitch, I need a lick, I ain't tryna go out, you know I'on like to date
I had a long day, girl, I was high, don't know the time or date (Damn son, where'd you find this?)
Can't let the crackers crucify me
My whole crew grimy
Wifey told me, "Fuck them n***as"
My brotha told me, "Rob them n***as"
My brotha said, "If they ain't bringing no money, why you talkin' to n***as?"
"And n***a, he ain't even got his pole, why you walkin' with that n***a?"
Blood on his hands, murder on his mind, he thinkin' 'bout a dollar
Get up outta sleep, look in the mirror, feel like the top shotta
N***a, we been doin' this since Save A Lot at Goodman Plaza
N***a, I'm from Garson Ave for real, rest in peace Drama