[DaBoii:] You see them diamonds on the neck so don’t ask why she chose We got guns way bigger than theirs boy you know height froze You know how they be under pressure ain’t no high toe Tough on the net, see me you duck so tell me how you belong Your bro be fuckin’ on your bitch so tell me how she owes Hotboxing we so loud you smell it out the door And I’m the one who call the shots I feel like Al Capone Ain’t supposed to be around no guns but I’m still bound to tote Can’t count how many times you lied but I can count a loaf Used to be natural high off life but now I’m ’bout to smoke YWN since 97 I feel kind of old Remember riding stolen bikes shit was a while ago
[Yhung T.O.:] And I just hopped up out that Benz wit’ my thick fist All that dissing on the gang get your clique hit All that speaking on my name get your bitch hit Me and bro back to back we don’t miss shit I just hopped up out that Benz wit’ a thick bitch Twenty bands on some guns we got big shit yeah All that dissing on the gang get your clique hit yeah Baby hoppin’ in my bag on some rich shit yeah
[DaBoii:] You watched your nigga get beat down, what kind of bro is you? And you can lie to them hoes but we know the truth You a reflection of your bitch, I see the ho in you Low and I don’t need to be, no one I owe it to Handyman with all these tools, come get your home improved Shout out to Glock that’s the reason why your homie moved Bitch don’t you bother coming ’round ’cause I am over you If it was money on my head niggas is overdue She like, “I want the old you back, I hate the older you” You supposed to squeeze until it click that’s how you overshoot it These drugs ain’t left my system yet ’cause I been going through it YWN, SOB you niggas know the movement She like when I be off the Heen ’cause I be so abusive This air we breathe nothing but toxic the world is so polluted Oh you keep strap and you don’t lack? But is you known to use it? And I just left my soul wit’ the mic this shit is more than music
[Yhung T.O.:] And I just hopped up out that Benz wit’ my thick fist All that dissing on the gang get your clique hit All that speaking on my name get your bitch hit Me and bro back to back we don’t miss shit I just hopped up out that Benz wit’ a thick bitch Twenty bands on some guns we got big shit yeah All that dissing on the gang get your clique hit yeah Baby hoppin’ in my bag on some rich shit yeah