[DaBoii:] Pulled up to the block to cop from the plug Me and bro tryna get high, what do you got for the thugs? But he ain’t tryna show no homage tryna tax like we scrubs But we ain’t finna cop, I’m just asking because And we ain’t coming out our pockets so we taking it from him Me and the plug got the same fam but that don’t make me his cousin T.O. told me it’s game on so I pressed play on the button Bro’s tryna cook him with this .40 like he baked in the oven
[Yhung T.O.:] Upped that .40 on that nigga need it all and some more He ain’t even try to run ’cause he already know Nigga make the wrong move and I’m letting it blow Nigga must of lost his mind tryna tax for the dro Told DaBoii grab the shit let’s get ready and go Told that nigga don’t say shit just put his face on the floor Then we hop back in the whip put the pedal to floor Another day up in the hood shit you know how it go
[DaBoii & Yhung T.O.:] And you know how it go, ain’t no need to explain And I’m getting tired niggas always thinkin’ it’s games And what’s the point of bowing down if we all bleeding the same And it get crazy in that ghetto gotta keep you a thang Chilling on the block, rolled the dice hit a seven Money on the floor let me know, nigga betting Dumb bitch on my line I’ll call back in a second Brodie said scoot ’em, hit eleven If your temperature high, your temperature what we checkin’ Nigga started looking hard so I start clutching my weapon Glock got up and he ain’t ’bout it so he started confessing Niggas always in they feelings but they scared to address it Pulled off on the block to end the day with some babby I ain’t got no kids but the bitch call me daddy And I can fuck you good you just gotta send a addy Just another day in the life of a G Trying not to get shot by the punk police On the gang