[Intro: Veeze]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Damn Tye, you made this bitch too?)
What up Smoove?
(The fuck got into you?)

[Verse: Veeze & Baby Smoove]
Twenty-two hundred for an FN
N***as see me start running
Twenty-two hundred for Act' pint
We ain't even sell it, we drunk it
Twenty-two hundred for my shirt and pants
Words that she wants, don't want it
My new car is so fast, I slide it 'round the corner
Four lines in this twenty ounce, it gave me a boner
Can get a hundred out the bank at any time I wanna
I'm sippin' red with yellow v cuts, look like ketchup mustard
I know the real fuckin' Birdman, n***a, not no stunna
I let out fifty from a AR, that bitch can flip a Hummer
I am the type to get my dog rich
Shit, I feel like Sosa
Chopper bullet graze his face, he thought he was cut by Logan
Pull up with that .45, it'll knock out Andrew Bogut
N***a say he want that smoke, chopper wake him up like Folgers
Pull up blue shit fallin' out my pocket, n***as think I'm locin'
Bitch is shaking trying to take a pic, damn keep your composure
Don't be cryin' on my line once we done, bitch it's over
Keep that nine in a cut and get it done just like Tony
Put a stock on my Glock, I call it the macaroni
Droppin' bows and we selling rock
Lil' n***a, you a Jabroni
N***a said he in a different bag
Ain't his bag, he stole it
N***as claim they drop all heat, shit ain't heat, it's frozen
Why you go and buy that cheap ice?
Lil' n***a you is bogus
You can't even pay your label back the money that they loaned you
Tell the truth you independent, 'cause don't nobody want you