(Verse 1: Dub Tre 6)
Tearin it up with the squad
Givin the bitches the rod
Kush got me higher than God
Tearin it up with the sqaud
Tearin it up, tearin it up, tearin it up with the squad
Bout to burn this track like a microwave bitch
It's Dub Tre 6 about to start this track off
Got a lot of money i'm a motherfucking boss
Disrespect the squad and your about to take a loss
Pray for my opponent, I'm not one you wanna cross
I can spit hot shit every single day
If you don't talk cash I got nothin to say
Am I Rich The Kid cause I got it that way
Ain't no Xbox i'm not one you wanna play
The 336, T-Vegas where i'm at
Bout to blow up, put it on the fuckin map
Tearin it up so they don't know how to act
It's Dub Tre 6 you better step the fuck back

(Verse 2: Str8 Fact$)
Tearin it up with the squad
336 Gods
Making fire tracks, you can hear the crowd applaud
Sittin' 'round the crib, all here chillin
But we ain't bout to settle til we steady making millions
Murdering the beat, call me OJ Simpson
Passing through the doubters like DeShaun Watson, Clemson
Dub Tre 6, homie that's my Day One
If you're talking shit we finna make you hit the hay, son
Squad full of hittas, goons dropping like a bass drum
High Point born but T-Vegas raised me
Who would ever thought i'd rap? This shit is pretty crazy
Youngins' on the come up, fucking up the town
Bitches pop up as soon as we come around
I got me a baddy, she throwing that neck
But if that shit is weak she'll be writing up a check
But if that head game good and that pussy real tight imma sit back and enjoy while I'm sipping dirty Sprite
Straight Facts

(Verse 3: Tone-Loc)
Yeah we coming through deep
You know I see you peep
When I bust you better not leave
Sweep you under my feet
(?) on this VIE
Go on and take a down seat
I know you see this Margiela on me
And this Louis on my ass, they fleek
All these bitches steady screaming "Tony!"
Let the gas fucking burn, and pass that my way and let me get a turn
Let the candle burn
You know that i'm tearin it up, tearin it up
Got this fucking bank wad, got that fucking money
It ain't even funny
Smashed your bitch, she crash dummy
Got the gas and the muddy, mold em like some putty
Yeah tearin it up with the squad, giving the bitches the rod
Tearin it up, tearin it up, tearin it up
Catch a young n***a drifting on a quad
Cause a young n***a fucking bitches squads
Uh huh, I fucked the whole squad
I fucked the whole squad

(Verse 4: Big Map)
Yeah, I just did ya whole squad
Woah, that's a whole fucking squad
I do what I want cause I can
Chasing money is the only plan
She say "Big Map the man"
Got that bitch wetter than a fucking dam
My gas sticky like some glue
You know Big Map can't lose
In the field doing work real hittas do
And 5 PM is reserved for your boo
T-Ville is where i'm fucking at
Big Map got your bitch on my lap
Tommy on my waist so I don't sag
Father figure so your daughter call me "dad"
Yeah i'm tearing it up, woah, tearing it up, woah, yeah, tearing it up, woah, yeah

(Verse 5: Tobby)

I got a fucking story, yeah, so n***a just listen
It started when I was 12 when I first started pimpin'
I would not cuff this bitch unless she look like London Tipton
Had to get rid of her cause all she did was bitch and cash was enough so I moved up to the kitchen
Cash flow up cause now i'm water whippin
12 watching hard so I ain't never slippin
I got this fuckin gas and you know it's fuckin shifting