[Intro: Birdman & Rob49]
Fuck them pussy-ass n***as, nephew, lay 'em down (Blatt)
Fuck 'em, better them than us, you heard me, 5?
We on that type of time
Bulletproof when we ridin' 'round, movin' 'round, n***a (Woo, yeah)
Big sticks
I been gettin' the racks off features, n***a (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Rob49]
On a jet, this bitch got wifi (Yeah), send a hit through FaceTime
Big ol' stick look like a guitar (Yeah), n***as know we rock out (Brrt)
VVS, my grill cost a check (Skrrt), n***a, fuck a cookout (Yeah)
Catch him on that bike like lil' Pappy (On my son), we got n***as shook, huh (Yeah)
Big ol' pimpin', doin' one fifty in this Trackhawk truck (Yeah, in this Trackhawk truck)
Tryna keep up with VM, got n***as fuckin' they paper up, for real (N***as fuckin' they papеr up)
Shout out YTB, you know that get-back shit a must, n***a (Yeah)
Bulletproof Escaladе, this bullshit cost a Rolls truck, woo (Yeah)
In the trap house, day and night, Kid Cudi, hoo (Yeah)
Hide your credit cards 'cause he a scammer, oh Lord (Yeah)
When pimp was me on callin' me on FaceTime to show forty (Yeah)
We had Nilly in the trap, goin' back and forth for four months, n***a (Yeah)
Say you more piped up than me, then pussy, show somethin', n***a (Yeah)
I was tryna find a house to cut the dope up, n***a (House to cut the fuckin' dope in)
Me and my main ho famous, n***a, pipe your bitch up, n***a (Yeah)
Hidin' the drugs inside the house, she don't even know what her son sellin' (Yeah)
Testify (Yeah), these n***as rappin' and testifyin', guess I'm a different kind (Gang)
I ain't nothin' like them other guys, I'd kill him if he mine (Yeah)
But shit, I know this n***a ain't mine and I know what I saw (I know what I saw)
And I'm out here actin' like I was blind, I ain't need no key to start (Yeah)
I'm in a rental with switches and glizzys and killers (Yeah)
I'm in the trenches, first n***a play with me, put somethin' in that river, woo
In a Maybach like Rick Ross, this ain't Maybach Music, n***a (Woo)
Net up 500K this month, n***as think I'm lyin', they stupid, woo (Gang)
[Bridge: Birdman & Rob49]
Yeah, bitch, and I'm fresh out the trenches, n***a, on a G5 (We on that type of time)
You understand?
N***a know it's fuckin' vulture mob, could do or die, n***a
If a n***a play, nail them to the fuckin' cross, n***a (Yeah, yeah)
Bleed a n***a buried by the fuckin' 11, n***a, you understand
I'ma die about this VMB, you understand (Fuck this n***a), it's in my fuckin' blood, n***a (Blood, n***a)
You n***as ain't gettin' no fuckin' money like us, n***a, you understand (Gang, yeah)
The biggest in this shit (Shit, shit, woo)

[Verse 2: Rob49]
I'm on Adderall, mm-hmm (Alright)
Pressure bust some pipes, I'm out here, payment on my heart, mm-hmm (Gang)
200K in a day, Big 49, trap god, mm-hmm (Yeah)
I know young n***as who litter than this right back in the fort (Yeah)
Them n***as thought we lost it, woo (Woo)

[Outro: Birdman]
All them n***as that's gone and been forgot about, we ain't never forget about 'em
We on that type of time
Fuck who don't like it, we on that type of shit
Fuck who ain't with us, we on that type of shit
We fuckin' over everything that ain't with us
Yeah, for a fact, mm-hmm