[Intro: Cardo & Jay Worthy]
Aw shit, once again, it's him (What's that n***a name?)
N***a with the snakeskin on a four hundred dollar brim
Ice water motherfuckin' slim God dammit (Damn)
You feel me?
I'm here to kick some free game to you lames (Aw shit)
You dig what I'm saying? (I can dig it)
I got cool, two gangsta n***as with me, you feel me? (Say word)
This n***a from the Westside of Bompton (What's that n***a name?)
You know, he go by the name Jay Worthy (Oh, I know that n***a, I like his shit)
You feel me? (Hell yeah)
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, that make green if you know what I mean (Oh, I feel that, I feel that)
You got some broke n***as around you, you on the wrong team (You damn right)
What's hannin'?

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
This is for the homies on the 4 yard
Selling Green Dots and PayPal cards (This shit's for real)
And this is for my bitches that just love to hoe
And send her out of town and she gone get that dough (Get that fuckin' money)
And this is for my n***as who be burnt out
Duckin' warrants and shit, livin' at granny house (Livin' brazy)
But me I'm livin' good, I'm up in Sandy house
Bunch of hood shit, smokin' weed on the couch
Hit my n***a Joe Fuller, yeah, that's 40oz
I call him 40 zips, now make that shit bounce (Bounce)
And this for my n***a with the Jheri curl
Chunkin' C's up 'cuz this a gangsta world (G)
But n***a I'm from Bompton, chunkin' P's up
[?] street, blood
Me and Cardo making plays like we cliqued up
To make your trunk slap, so keep your bitch tucked, aye
[Chorus: Jay Worthy & G Perico]
These bitches be choosin', choosin' (They tryna choose on a P, n***a)
These bitches be foolish, foolish (They all runnin' to me, n***a)
My n***as be whoopin', whoopin' (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)
(Yeah, G, look)

[Verse 2: G Perico]
These hoes choosin', no drugs, prostitution
I ain't losin', gangsta pimp shit I'm movin’
[?] send a bitch to Pittsburgh
It's a hundred 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 tryna hang with your friends
And I can tell them bitches all choosin'
Cuz when they seen my hair, all them hoes went, "Ooh, him"
We gone bring 'em back and send 'em
If that Hennessy flowin' I might bend 'em
Ain't no sense in pretendin'
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 fuckin' up the streets
Over here n***as all about the money
All these bum bitches funny (G)
[Chorus: Jay Worthy]
These bitches be choosin', choosin' (They tryna choose on a P, n***a)
These bitches be foolish, foolish (They all runnin' to me, n***a)
My n***as be whoopin', whoopin' (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)