[Verse 1: Na$ty Matt]
Nasty three years ago
What it told you I’m on the block
With the Glock servin fiend a rock
Dish the money in my sock
Now I’m in Cali with BONES at swap meets
Underneath palm trees in a black drop Jeep
Wish I had more teeth so I can get more golds
Wish I grew another dick so I can fuck all of these hoes
Wish I had more pockets so I can fit all of these rolls
Wish I had another garage to stunt on all of these vogues
On another RX-7 came a long way from ?
Young Na$ty finna blow and I’m ready like ?
Sesh till I rest til the motherfuckin things pop it goes on and on and on man this shit don’t stop

[Verse 2:Bones]
What?

Lean with it, rock with it, fiends on the block with it
Bones on the creep all your lies better stop with it
Slide with the top missing
Why you never not trippin’
Boy, get you some cash, get off your ass stop bitchin
All these clothes yeah, no I ain’t buyin’
Am I broke? Yeah, bitch and I ain’t lyin’
Top down in the storm still don’t feel the rain
All my friends are dead and I think I feel the same
Crank dat deadboy crank dat deadboy
Talkin’ down about the gods lose ya head boy
Crank dat deadboy crank dat deadboy
Talkin’ down about the gods lose ya head boy
What?
Bones, Na$ty