[Intro]
What the fuck are you talking about, okay?
I'm your partner okay?
You're not gonna trust me with that kind of thing
Who the fuck are you gonna trust?
(Fredinho on dat shit, n***a)

[Verse]
Ha
Label be callin', they pickin' up
Look at his pockets, ain't big enough
I'm in that wide body and it's tinted up
We'll tear the whole city up
And we four deep in the Hemi truck
Them n***as slid, they ain't hittin' non' (Ha)
Every time we slide, we hittin' som'
These n***as ass, I ain't hearing non' (Ha)
ARP, with that scope on (Yeah)
Gen 5 know it's two tone
Add a beam, you can't do wrong
On a mission, use no phones
We just trying to see his head gone
I'm just tryna see his hеad blown
In the H, I'm in that red zone
(In thе H, I'm in that red zone)
Know that, I'm Rollin' up Za
Fuck wit' my n***as, you get tied in
Free all my n***as that's locked
Free all my n***as that's holding me down, yeah, they holding it down in the box (Yeah, in the box)
I'm up in Dallas, I bool with the gang, yeah I'm cool with the mop (Cool with the mop, yeah)
These hoes be ratchet, these n***as be broke, and these n***as be slobs (Be slobs)
You n***as be working, you know I’m a boss I ain’t had no job (Have no job)
I just spent a birkin', I'm making them nervous, I don't do no fraud (Do no fraud)
I did it on purpose, I'm rockin' a turban, all these racks, thank God (I'm rockin' a turban, all these racks, thank God)
Ha, you gotta catch you a brain, if you wanna be gang (Wanna be gang)
Ha, you know I ain't stoppin' at red lights, yeah, no way (Yeah, no way)
Ha, these n***as said they hearts be filled with hate (Filled with hate)
These n***as mad that they pockets ain't filled with cake (Filled with cake)
We got them bands and we shippin' them hoes out of state (And we shippin' them hoes outta state)
Yeah and the mag look like a giraffe and it’s takin' his face (Takin' his face, takin' his face)
I'm up in Dallas, I'm smokin' on gas with Lil' Iazye (I'm up in Dallas, I'm smokin' on gas with Lil' Iazye )