[Intro: Cardo]
Aww shit, once again, it’s him
That n***a with the snakeskin on a $400 brim
Ice water motherfuckin' slim God dammit (damn)
You feel me I’m here to kick some free game to you lames
You dig what I’m saying (I dig)
I got cool, two gangsta n***as with me, you feel me (Say word)
This n***a from the westside of Bompton
You know, he go by Jay Worthy (Aww I know that n***a, I like that shit)
You feel me
This n***a from Broadway (Who?)
G Perico (That’s my n***a)
Fly crippin n***a you feel me (Cuh rip)
Like I said you know blue and red make green
If you know what I mean (Aww, I feel that, I feel that)
You got broke n***as around you
You on the wrong team (You damn right)

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
This is for the homies on the [?]
Selling Green Dots and PayPal cards
And this is for my bitches that just love the hoes
Set her out on town, she gonna get that dough
And this is for my n***as who be burnt out
Duckin’ warrents and shit, living at granny’s house
But me I’m living good up, I'm at Sandy’s house
Bunch of hood shit, smoking weed on the couch
Hit my n***a Joe Fuller, yeah that’s 40oz
I call him 40 zips, now make that shit bounce
And this for my n***a with the Jheri Curl
Turn your C’s up ‘cuz this a gangsta world
But n***a I’m from Bompton, turn your P’s up
[?]
Me and Cardo making plays like we cliqued up
To make your trunk slap, so keep your bitch tucked
[Hook: Jay Worthy]
These bitches be choosin’, choosin’ (They trying to choose on a P n***a)
These bitches be foolish, foolish (They all running to me n***a)
My n***as be woopin’, woopin’ (You know I fuck with them P’s n***a)
My n***as be movin’, movin’ (You know I fuck with them G’s n***a)

[Verse 2: G Perico]
These hoes choosin’, no drugs, prostitution
I ain’t losing gangsta pimp shit I'm movin’
[?] send a bitch to Pittsburgh
Its 100 degrees we on the block in pimp furs
And we come from this crip shit
Third letter out the moon of the AMG Benz
I’m tryin to hang with your friends
And I can tell them bitches all choosin’
Cuz when they see my hair, all them hoes went “Ohh, him”
We gonna bring them back and send em
If that Hennessy blowing I might bend em
Ain’t no sense in pretending
We gettin plane tickets,get you away from all these lame bitches
So way out first rule, no lame n***as
South Dallas, South Beach, South Central
We fucking up the streets
Over here n***as all about the money
All these bum bitches funny
[Hook: Jay Worthy]
These bitches be choosin’, choosin’ (They trying to choose on a P n***a)
These bitches be foolish, foolish (They all running to me n***a)
My n***as be woopin’, woopin’ (You know I fuck with them P’s n***a)
My n***as be movin’, movin’ (You know I fuck with them G’s n***a)