[Intro: DJ Drama & Tee Grizzley]
(What up, Antt?)
Oh yeah, it's a hood n***a Thanksgiving (What up, Antt?)
You know that means (Let's get it, BeatGang)
It's time to feed the streets

[Verse: Tee Grizzley]
Ayy, they say money is the root of all evil (Oh, that's what they said?)
Psh, okay, tell that to the fam' (They happy)
Bein' broke the root of all evil 'cause a broke n***a see us
He gon' try to rob and end up gettin' blammed (Bop, bop)
Thanksgiving, honey bake, you know I go ham
Ayy, SRT or Bentley truck, I just might go Lamb' (Which one?)
Your bitch, she don't wrestle, but just got through gettin' slammed
Give me soul food vibes 'cause n***as sweet as yams (No cap)
Fourth quarter, pass me the rock, I bеt I clutch up (Pass)
We know everybody ain't gon' likе us, so the fuck what? (Fuck 'em)
You just want to hear yourself talk, shut the fuck up (Fuck up)
Bitch, I'm from the D, might catch me in the Benz buffed up (Yeah)
N***as think we set today, bitch, this is what we dealt (N***a)
I can't take no hoes home, that shit'll get you killed
Never been a broke, hatin'-ass n***a, how that feel?
They some killers in their songs, we'll kill their ass for real (For real)
They don't like my hood, but when I see them, bet I throw it up
Learned my lesson fuckin' with new n***as, that's a no for us (Fuck 'em)
If I give this lil' bitch my number, bet she blow it up (I bet you)
Ridin' Rolls truck, white guts, I call it coconut (Woo, woo, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta)
I bet you can't name a drug my n***as cannot flip (I bet you)
Don't care what kind of pants they is, my money cannot fit (They can't)
When I see n***as with they bitch, that shit be lookin' lit (Theo)
I wonder, do them n***as know them hoes was on my dick? (Goofy)
My chain so heavy, I could take it off and beat you with it (And beat you)
Don't give a fuck if n***as strapped 'cause we'll leave 'em with it (Bop, bop)
The goal was make it out the trenches, not just me, my n***a (Who else?)
But everybody that I love, so let's complete the mission (Let's get it)
Bag touched (The bag here), get sold out (Sold out)
Told brodie (Told bro), "You showin' out"
Ridin' with a hundred pounds, call it Rolling Loud
Shit be gone in a week, trap be goin' wild (Already?)
Bad bitch (Bad bitch), poke it out (Come here)
They ain't know we was the ones, bet they know it now (I bet you)
Opp crib (That's the house), scope it out (Lay on it)
Who ever walk outside first, blow 'em down (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
[Outro: DJ Drama]
What up, Antt?
Oh, you know me
Ha-ha-ha
Mr. Thanksgiving (BeatGang)