[Intro: MARCO PLUS]
Yeah, ayy, no, lemme try again
Yeah, ayy, uh, ayy, uh
Ayy
Ayy, uh

[Chorus: MARCO PLUS]
Shawty said she on the south side with her best friend
Told that ho that I was outside on the west end
I be movin' 'round like all the time, I don't get no rest in
I be up, but I be up, I cannot slow down, they cannot keep up
How ironic

[Verse 1: MARCO PLUS]
High off chronic like I'm Dr. Dre
Contemplatin' how I'ma slay the opps today
Mobbin' the obnoxious way, spin blocks until they nauseated
Like clocks and vases, tell them n***as that I'm not to play with
N***a, I been blazin', prolly find me on yo' mama playlist
She love a n***a, she say I'm her favorite
She ride me crazy, guess I drive Miss Daisy
I'm never turnin' down, I murder clowns until I earn the crown
Keep thirty rounds inside my main bitch's Birkin now
Gotta stay dangerous, they bang at us, I bet we bangin' back
Aim the gat, had to paint the cat
T-shirt, no respawn, no rebirth, just eat dirt
I been steppin' on n***as neck so hard it make my feet hurt
[Chorus: MARCO PLUS & GRIP]
Shawty said she on the south side with her best friend
Told that ho that I was outside on the west end
I be movin' 'round like all the time, I don't get no rest in
I be up, but I be up, I cannot slow down, they cannot keep up
How ironic, how ironic, uh, ayy, uh, ayy, uh, ayy
How ironic, how ironic, uh, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy

[Verse 2: GRIP]
Shawty said she on the east side with her best friend
But I'm with Marco off a three-five, clutchin' a FN
Was outside gettin' my reps in while n***as slept in
Triple my net, now I'm tryna bag ten and that's when
I done came up from the floor to the couch
From the couch to a king size
Them green guys got me between thighs gazin' at queens' eyes
Left her heart sore, she wanna start war
I'm far more into keepin' art pure
Been slammin' foreign car doors
Me and my dawgs cruise in a strip back to back
They can look all they want, but if they trip, clap the MAC
GRIP rappin' laps around these cap-ass Platinum acts
Been stackin' racks from attackin' tracks, this shit is hacky sack
How I'm kickin' game, spittin' flames, who say GRIP a lame?
Let the blicky bang, left his Dickies stained
Now his mama kiss is aimed at a picture frame
I took a nap and came back and shit the same, I ain't miss a thing, yeah
[Chorus: MARCO PLUS]
Shawty said she on the south side with her best friend
Told that ho that I was outside on the west end
I be movin' 'round like all the time, I don't get no rest in
I be up, but I be up, I cannot slow down, they cannot keep up
How ironic, how ironic, uh, ayy, uh, ayy, uh, ayy
How ironic, how ironic, uh, ayy, uh, yeah, uh, ayy