[Intro: Lil Jairmy]
Uh Uh
You know we get bizzy for real
Have choppas extensions and glizzys forreal
[???]
We handling business for real
Cut the beat up some

[Verse 1: Lil Jairmy]
N***as ain't fucking with me
I was broke then now I'm running the streets
Hundred thousand it ain't nothing to me
Ride or die ain't no questioning me
Trap or die they ain't out hustling me
Find another guy he won't love you like me
Find another guy he won't fuck you like me
He ain't coming home with rolls of money like me
Drop top we turn one into three
Glock 40 with the dick underneath
Jairmy known for sending hits on the east
Real gas god put them bricks on the east
They can't name you one time that I ain't keep it G
And you know he one hundred if he running with me
Wake up every morning get the money and [?]
Might get paranoid and put a n***a six feet
I ain't no informant keep this shit in the streets

I keep hearing noises I ain't getting no sleep
I ain't missing a beat when it come to the hustle
I could shit on them all but I'd rather be humble
Fuck the feds I ain't changing my number
Pass it down give it to my lil brother
This phone one day move a hundred
I been on I wasn't nobody runner
How the hell he selling snow in the summer
Super cool I wouldn't sweat in the sauna
Buying jewels do that shit when I wanna
Put my son through school off of good marijuana
In the hood like I'm fixing the motor
Keep a tool like Lil Jairmy a plumber
Ion play to loose I put that on my momma
I got war wounds I wasn't duking the drama
When I left school I was fucking up commas
Telling the truth man I'm just being honest
Like my big brother they calling me crooked
I ain't no money so fuck it I took it
Had a cloud over my head everything was all bad
I was going through some things but I finally shook it
Ion fuck with these rappers these n***as be pussy
They wanna link up but I think that we shouldn't

[Hook: Lil Jairmy]
N***as ain't fucking with me
I was broke then now I'm running the streets
Hundred thousand it ain't nothing to me
Ride or die ain't no questioning me
Trap or die they ain't out hustling me
Find another guy he won't love you like me
Find another guy he won't fuck you like me
He ain't coming home with rolls of money like me
Drop top we turn one into three
Glock 40 with the dick underneath
Jairmy known for sending hits on the east
Real gas god put them bricks on the east
They can't name you one time that I ain't keep it G
And you know he one hundred if he running with me
Wake up every morning get the money and [?]
Might get paranoid and put a n***a six feet
I ain't no informant keep this shit in the streets

[Verse 2: Gasgang Youngin]

Yeah kicking shit in the streets
N***a dissing I can't wait till we meet
Can't let none of these n***as get no rep off me
[?] say they gone tear up the streets
Better duck or run n***a move your feet
Walk his ass down need that bitch in my reach
I can't shoot out ion wanna leave blood on me
Dis on the gang get ugly