[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
We won't ever stop, hopscotch to the top
Make bands, then we drop, 'til we left in a box
Never that, what we not, better yet, fuck a spot
Fuck a hoe and a cop and a n***a, what he not
Boy, I'm blazed, getting paid, thinking 'bout a hundred ways
I can split a million dollars, get it back a hundred ways
But we slide across the stage, no smile on my face
'Til I'm fried and I'm straight, 'til my bank overlays
Ridin' down the city, I ain't got no roof
Wanna taste the water, I'm the living proof
Open up the shades just to see the view
Money in my face, I can't look at you
If you want a feature, I'ma look at you
Like give me all your money, give me all your loot
I'm posted smoking weed, cutting up the fruit
I'm looking in the mirror, they can't fuck with you

[Verse 2: BONES]
They just some old men takin' young ideas
Fuck up outta here, spread the word and disappear
Skinny white trash, cut you like a John Deere
Bitch, we movin' into gear, making moves all year
Working for the label, try to dress like you ain't major
But you listening and watching while you creepin' like the neighbors
If you see me, steer clear, words you don't wanna hear
Hands you don't wanna feel, all I wanna see is tears
Fuck is competition? I don't need nobody listening
Me, I never gave a fuck about a co-sign or a million
We doing shit the way we want and nobody can take it from us
You can try to be us, and that's cool, just make sure that you humble
Did a few tours, did some shows, now ooh shit
Picture of the team, now it's just the music blueprint
Teach you how to do shit, ridin' with the crew, shit
Fuck whoever say they doin' it 'cause, bitch, we do it