[Intro: Tadoe]
Bands all fill my pockets, bitch, I’m stuck in my glory
Copped a Porsche Cayenne and then I stuck it on forges
Sipping all this drink like we just got it imported
Smoking on your rent and bitch, I’m sipping your mortgage

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
What it is?
Don’t play with me, play with your kids, ayy
Accelerate, my shit wiggle like a little fish, uh
Let 'em hate, stop acting like a little bitch, ayy
The shit we totin' play longer than a tape on Datpiff, uh

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Sosa, n***as hoes, give 'em ass shots, ayy
In the field posted on the bad block, ayy
In the spot, we got mad Glocks, ayy
N***as softer than a mascot, ayy

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Hit the lean than I snoozed off, ayy
Red beam your nose, call you Rudolph, ayy
Don’t make us push in your cushion, you’re too soft, ayy
Your bitch got up on my stage and got boo’d off, uh

[Verse 4: Tadoe]
You know you ain’t trapping hard as me, lil n***a (Ayy)
You know I am who you wanna be, lil n***a (Ayy)
I’m rolling hard, I'm gritting my teeth, lil n***a
Dirty-thirty clean shit up like bleach, lil n***a
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
N***as out here faking, ayy
And I just want the cake, bitch, and
My daughter want a bracelet, ayy
So I just got to face it, ayy
Roll up a blunt and then I dome it, uh
That is for the moment, uh
For the money, I’ll postpone it, uh
We warriors, no trojan

[Verse 5: Tadoe & Chief Keef]
My ice like police, it’ll freeze a n***a
Got me cole like Keisha, n***a
Now I’m colder than a pizza, n***a
Fresher than a kid on Easter, n***a
My bitch be mad I can’t reach her n***a
With a bitch more yellow than Lisa, n***a
In the trap, lil boy, I’m your teacher
Just smoked a pound for no reason
Staring like she ain’t never seen a star
700 horse, you ever seen this car?
Fuck A’s and B’s, we wanted A’s and R’s
Never let a ride hoe paper dawg
Grand hustle, we on our paper trail
In lower Kane, leaving tire trails
Please don’t make us start burning shit 'cause we love how that fire smells
[Verse 6: Tadoe]
Glory boys, they up to something
You already know we bumming
Checks keep coming, steady thumbing
My n***as ain’t for nothing

[Verse 7: Chief Keef]
Tripping over designer, I'm so clumsy
Going off the wall like Humpty Dumpty
They tryna give me life, they gotta chase me
If you want me to show up, you gotta pay me
Remember when I couldn’t even afford a Tracy
Now every fucking blunt be a Tray, see
Put the Glock in the middle your eyes and your McGrady
And after you go through them you gotta face me

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
N***as out here faking, ayy
And I just want the cake, bitch, and
My daughter want a bracelet, ayy
So I just got to face it, ayy
Roll up a blunt and then I dome it, huh
That is for the moment, uh
For the money, I’ll postpone it, uh
We warriors, no trojan, ayy, phew