[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
Uh
Dope boy swag to the max on 'em
Dealing yay for the pay with the strap on 'em
Money ain't a thing but a quick meet
N***a murder ain't a thing but a hip reach
BK n***a and I've been what's up
Word to my mother I don't give a fuck
Like a fronting ho
I ain't fronting though
I ain't gotta make a call I just dump and go
Fast lane living shit I'm in the streets
And you can feel that when I get a beat
D-town raps you can see my sheet
I've been toting gats since I had the peach
Fuzz lit, thug shit
New York City crack house drug shit
That's what the fuck I'm representing
30 cash for the cross what the fuck am I repenting n***a?

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Yea, I'm selling birds come and get a wing
BSB in the hood we the Medellín
I'm all good wearing heavy bling
N***as front we putting holes up in everything, everything, everything
My n***as putting holes up in everything, everything, everything
My n***as putting holes up in everything
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
N***as who ain't selling no records look defeated
No shades on in the club, clothes repeated
Since '02 I told you I ain't need it
Billie Jean step on the square tell you to Beat It
Bricks in my backpack, scale and the black mac
N***as don't talk on the phone, they can tap that
Unwrap raw, ice a tall mix
Once it shrink wrapped, mummify bricks
100 thousand dollar car minimums
And they're candy color coated like an m&m
Came with the bleach blonde bitch who love's eminem
And a tan on her skin like a Timberland
Everything n***a I got everything
Money cash hoes that's my everything
N***as talking like they heavy slang
We get it straight from the Medellín

[Hook]