[Hook]
From them pounds to them ounces
We got it jumpin', my hood bouncin'
Big gold burners in them couches
Sit at the table, let my bitches get it counted
My hood bouncin', like these 808's, my hood bouncin'
My hood bouncin', my hood bouncin'


[Verse 1: Quilly]
Ayo, Water like a fountain, 36 oz
Half soft, half hard, have the hood bouncin'
I say "I ain't never leave", you can say I'm back though
Got a spanish connect, met him through Peedi Crakk though
Millions what I rap for, meanwhile, I trap more
Cook up in the kitchen, leave out through the back door
I'm rapped out, you can say I'm trapped out
13, sleepovers at the crack house
I got some shit that you never saw!
I went to the mall and left with the mal!
All these bad bitches, I'ma fuck them all
You gon' love them all, I'ma duck them all
Loud pack, I'm turnin' up the boom box
You know I got them chumpies in my tube socks
Ok, my jacket cost a squatter
You gotta know I'm gettin to a dollar