(*talking*)
Yeah know I'm tal'n bout, Yung Redd mayn
Swishahouse the click, E-Class what they tal'n bout
Know I'm saying, TF n***a ay

[Yung Redd]
Spending money, that I ain't never had
In my hood I'm a star, with mo' stripes than your flag
If my watch sick, then my L ring's throwing up
Sideline n***as, still talking I'm showing up
I hear em speaking, on a block they ain't seen
Paint job soaking wet, bet my jewelry can't me
All my hoes look like, they came off the screen
With a ass so fat, hair down to her knees
Got my H on my hat, shades match that
Drank I'm po'ing up, haze I'm burning that
I pop tags, I'm the one your gal talk about
My ring insane, look his chain Crayola box
Play the parking lot, do's up the Promenade
Trunk cracked like the sidewalk, you know what I'm bout
These out of town n***as, thinking we slow
But my bread come fast, and getting all mine back

[Hook]
I got my ape's laced up, now I'm running my block
Pockets busting at the seam, till them rubber bands pop
Mayn I been showing up, that's why them girls love me
You ain't gotta like me, but the hood love me
She ain't never met, a n***a this hood
Tell her we don't look good, then you don't look good
I ain't never faking, that's why them girls love me
Post up, way I'm feeling mean the hood love me