[Intro]
(Let the BandPlay)

[Hook: Jay Fizzle]
30s and 50s, you know we keep them extensions
Run up and hit these inches
You know I'm with it, that's why I stayed in detention
Mama ain't raise no bitches, I had to get it
Someone might go and pull a kick door
Guns in the trap like a gun store
Pockets on fat, sumo
Ballin' ass n***a you'd think I got chemo
You a lil boy I'm in a big league
Smokin' on gas this big league
You are not cut like we new greens
Pull up and stretch and I ain't got no weed
Smokin' on somethin' got no seeds
Bitch started thottin', her nose bleed
Pull up in somethin' with no keys
You a lil boy I'm in a big league

[Verse 1: Jay Fizzle]
I'm 150 but I'm still big dawg
Still take a n***a out like fentanyl
Paper Route gang bitch we been ballin'
Smoke a n***a ass like some menthol
Mama ain't raise no ho so I keep 30s and 50s and more
Pops showed me how to ship dope, so we got things of the green for the low
Camouflage car come with no keys, but we goin dope it's the big league
Don't get too close you don't know me, unless you gon' suck up the whole team
Young n***a clean like some chlorine, in Cali I'm ballin' like Kobe
A young n***a 20 OG, beat ya ass up 'til your nose bleed
He said he got it show me, shake up ya ass take everything on ya
You know I keep that thang on me, run up get shot like ya homie
Young n***a all about the money, young n***a hot like a sauna
Showtime with Dolce & Gabbana, drum on the choppa we want all the drama
[Hook: Jay Fizzle]
30s and 50s, you know we keep them extensions
Run up and hit these inches
You know I'm with it, that's why I stayed in detention
Mama ain't raise no bitches
I had to get it
Someone might go and pull a kick door
Guns in the trap like a gun store
Pockets on fat, sumo
Ballin' ass n***a you'd think I got chemo
You a lil boy I'm in a big league
Smokin' on gas this big league
You are not cut like we new greens
Pull up and stretch and I ain't got no weed
Smokin' on somethin' got no seeds
Bitch started thottin', her nose bleed
Pull up in somethin' with no keys
You a lil boy I'm in a big league

[Verse 2: Jay Fizzle]
30s, 50s, pull up and we screamin' gettin' it
Double R, Bentley, fuck it pull off in a hemi
Be like a vacuum she pull up and suck on my jimmy
How many hoes you got plenty
Whole gang caked up we winnin'
Check the price on the new tennis
My ? shoes got big ol rocks
Walk in my kitchen see big ass pots
Walk in my trap see a whole lotta Glocks
Castalia n***a I heard he the knocks
I just be on make your ho catch a box
Servin the spot 'til that muhfucka hot
N***a get wrong make him say hopscotch
All the real n***a waitin' on me to drop
[Hook: Jay Fizzle]
30s and 50s, you know we keep them extensions
Run up and hit these inches
You know I'm with it, that's why I stayed in detention
Mama ain't raise no bitches
I had to get it
Someone might go and pull a kick door
Guns in the trap like a gun store
Pockets on fat, sumo
Ballin' ass n***a you'd think I got chemo
You a lil boy I'm in a big league
Smokin' on gas this big league
You are not cut like we new greens
Pull up and stretch and I ain't got no weed
Smokin' on somethin' got no seeds
Bitch started thottin', her nose bleed
Pull up in somethin' with no keys
You a lil boy I'm in a big league