[Intro: Beno]
(Jose the Plug)
(My n***a Lee, I think we got another one)
Uh

[Verse 1: Beno]
I put a dub on your ass, get you slumped for real
I could sit a dub on her ass 'cause she thick as hell
Bitch, I'm rich as hell
All this Bond No. 9, she like, "What's that smell?"
Can't drop no bodies on our block, we ain't takin' L's
We gon' sell that shit whole, we don't need a scale
She like, "Boy, what's your name? That shit ring a bell"
Some of my n***as locked up, yeah, free Lil L

[Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
We like the Pistons back in '89
My shooter three point percentage at a ninety-nine
I'm a young OG born in '95
I send beans OT and get forty-fivе
Huh, throw up in your bitch, she gettin' creampiе
Westside legend, but right now, I'm on the Eastside
Put an eight in my pop, it look like purple dye
I'm from the Murder City, boy, it's either murk or die
When that crank rock up, it look like porcupines
Knock an eight out the park like I'm Barry Bonds
My mans Black as hell, but sell white, he Uncle Tom
Auntie coppin' all the time, I call her Mary J Blige

[Verse 3: BandGang Masoe]
Bitch, you know I'm dyin' like a gangster, ain't ridin' with no wanksta
I'm worth six figures, bitch, I'm ridin' with a banger
I'm in Hunkytown sellin' pills where they hangin'
But I got different flavors and money by the pages, bitch

[Verse 4: BandGang Biggs]
Drop a couple shells through your whip, watch the windows shatter
Pockets got they ass done, it can't get no fatter (At all)
All you talk about is shit that don't really matter
I told my Mexican plug Black lives matter
Ayy, migo, I'm tryna see what burrito weigh
I told my mama, "Put this up," you should've seen her face
We gettin' the type of money the casino make
Fiend hit the work, his face got that Dorito taste
And yeah, we all ballin' like we all-stars
All pullin' up in fast cars, we like NASCAR
The way I hit the mall coppin', they think I'm Paul Blart
Came home wantin' to make money, fuck a head start
[Verse 5: Drego]
Bitch, I can hit your ass from very far, uh
I turn you to a score just like Ed Hardy
I got them hitters in the club, boy, at every party
We got Sam, we got Spencer, this ain't iCarly
She can do the two-hand twist, n***a, I taught her
I put a muzzle on the pit, it won't stop barkin'
Let it hit him with the drank, he can't stop sharkin'
I don't even wanna fuck, she cannot arch it
N***a, why bargain?
I get this shit in for the low and cook it like Portland
I think it's two and a half men, n***a, like Charlie
I got this shit on my own, n***a, like Bari