[Intro: FBG Duck & Lil Chris]
How the fuck n***as gon' act like
We wasn't out here before the rap life?
Like, nah, for real
Gang
How the fuck n***as gon' act like
Gang-gang since potty train, all that shit, n***a
All that shit that, that there, there, all that shit there (Lil-Lil-Lil-Lil Riico Got The Sauce)
Gang-gang

[Chorus: FBG Duck & Lil Chris]
How the fuck n***as gon' act like (How the fuck n***as gon' act like)
We wasn't out here before the rap life? (Like we wasn't on?)
N***a, we be out here every night (Every night)
Motherfuckers better get the facts right (Facts right)
Y'all motherfuckers better act right (Act right)
A lot of n***as scared 'cause the past life (Past life)
Or probably 'cause I just bought a new chopper (Brrt)
And that motherfucker came with a flashlight (Brrah)
Ain't none of these rap n***as cool to me (Cool)
We might rob 'em for their jewelry (Ooh-ooh)
Y'all just blind by the foolery
I don't think it's nothin' they can do with me
They mad at me 'cause their ho cherish me (Bitch, cherish me)
I got some head, then I fell asleep (Duck, what it do, my n***a?)
I won't let these hoes embarrass me (Take off on these fuck n***as)
I don't know why she keep textin' me (Gang)
[Verse 1: Lil Chris]
My shooters got shooters
Bitch, I'm a nightmare like Freddy Krueger
Fuck the police 'til they free Hoover (Fuck 12)
We sellin' white girl like at Hooters
Why these lil' n***as wanna act like
We wasn't in the trap sellin' crack pipes?
What you n***as know about the trap life?
[?] dubs and the nine, right?
No computer, but Duck grip the MAC tight and I got them racks, right?
Pull up on your bitch like, "Hop up in the back, aight?"
"Show me what the neck like," grippin' on that TEC like
N***a run up on me, send his ass to the next life (Woo, baow)
Yeah, I be with the gang posted up on the West Side
N***a, if you gang-gang let me see you throw your sets high
Yeah, we got your bitch bussin' hard off a Supreme (Got your bitch bussin' hard off a pill)
She say [?] usin' up the phone ring (Hello? No, woah)
I'm married to the money, nah, these hoes can't get no ring
I lost too many n***as, so I'm pourin' up lean (Lean)

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
How the fuck n***as gon' act like (How the fuck n***as gon' act like)
We wasn't out here before the rap life? (Like we wasn't on?)
N***a, we be out here every night (Every night)
Motherfuckers better get the facts right (Facts right)
Y'all motherfuckers better act right (Act right)
A lot of n***as scared 'cause the past life (Past life)
Or probably 'cause I just bought a new chopper (Brrt)
And that motherfucker came with a flashlight (Brrah)
Ain't none of these rap n***as cool to me (Cool)
We might rob 'em for their jewelry (Ooh-ooh)
Y'all just blind by the foolery
I don't think it's nothin' they can do with me
They mad at me 'cause their ho cherish me (Bitch)
I got some head, then I fell asleep (FBG shit)
I won't let these hoes embarrass me (I won't let these hoes em—)
I don't know why she keep textin' me (FBG, bitch)
[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
These n***as scared as hell, I knew it
Had the chance to kill me, you blew it
Talk about the struggle, been through it
Now I take thousands and run through 'em
I take your bitch and I run through her
She call me "Young Diddy," influence (Eugh)
She say that y'all might get into it
So she tell you that she didn't do it
You ask me, then I don't know
Don't put my business out, no-no
Boy, you done went out like five-o
You need to take that up with your ho
Don't come to me talkin' 'bout bitches
If it ain't 'bout money, then you need to go-go (Mm)
Before we pull up in a four-door
And you see the flash like photos
Boy, we'll knock the meat out your taco
All about cheese like nachos
Bitch, I'm the man, macho
They talkin' 'bout Quavo, I'm Huncho
How the fuck n***as gon' act like we wasn't out here when it was a dollar for a bus pass?
How the fuck n***as gon' act like we won't pull up and slump his dumb-ass, huh? (Bah, bah, Money)

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
How the fuck n***as gon' act like (How the fuck n***as gon' act like)
We wasn't out here before the rap life? (Like we wasn't on?)
N***a, we be out here every night (Every night)
Motherfuckers better get the facts right (Facts right)
Y'all motherfuckers better act right (Act right)
A lot of n***as scared 'cause the past life (Past life)
Or probably 'cause I just bought a new chopper (Brrt)
And that motherfucker came with a flashlight (Brrah)
Ain't none of these rap n***as cool to me (Cool)
We might rob 'em for their jewelry (Ooh-ooh)
Y'all just blind by the foolery
I don't think it's nothin' they can do with me
They mad at me 'cause their ho cherish me (Bitch)
I got some head, then I fell asleep (I got some head, then I—)
I won't let these hoes embarrass me (I won't let these hoes em—)
I don't know why she keep textin' me (I don't know why she keep textin' me)