[Intro]
(Ron-Ron, do that shit)

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
Captain K-Roll came to jugg and finesse
Pop checks, pop X, probably loading up a TEC
You ain't doin' shit for the gang, why you hang out?
N***as wanna bang out, we gon' bring that thang out, bitch
You can't suck or fuck me
This a million-dollar dick, if I hit, she's lucky
Probably tellin' all her friends, "He that n***a from 'Musty'"
I'ma fuck her in the Bimmer, off a Benzo, I'm bussin'
No discussion, we're not tusslin', if it's beef, then we bussin'
I'm a real cutthroat, I sell some dope to my cousin
You a real dumb ho, suckin' dick, left with nothing
Got her jumpin' on the dick and this the bitch that you trusting
Okay, lil' bitch, yeah, do that shit
Oh, your man not home? You tryna do that dick
I'm that n***a doin' shows, making moves off a brick
I'm a young fly n***a, watch me fuck on your bitch

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Ayy, I'm with the Bloods, I'm with the Locs
I got a chop right under my coat
I'm from the coast where we do the most
Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks
I'm with the Bloods, I'm with the Locs
I got a chop right under my coat
I'm from the coast where we do the most
Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks
[Verse 2: Duke Duece]
He a lame on the block, n***a, who that there? (Who that there?)
I'm a big dog gangster, n***a, we don't care (We don't care)
If you ain't a broke n***a, throw your bands in the air (Bands in the air)
If you bleed what I bleed, n***a, bitch, that's rare (Bitch, that's rare)
These are big Folks, GDs up in here (G's)
And I ain't scared of nan n***a reppin' over there (Reppin' over there)
Gone off the Xan, but I ain't sleepin' over here
A n***a dissed my mans, he ain't leavin' up in here
Lots of VVS diamonds on the v-neck (V-neck)
Fuck n***as hollerin', "Who?" but we next
Had to tell the engineer to keep that (Keep that)
Over chopper? Hell nah, I can't leave that (Brr)
Go over there, bitch, we don't care (Don't care)
In the VIP with my wrist in the air (Wrist in the air)
Every diamond on me is a glist', don't stare (Don't stare)
Eliantte Rollie, Jubilee, it ain't fair, yeah

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
I'm with the Bloods, I'm with the Locs
I got a chop right under my coat
I'm from the coast where we do the most
Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks
I'm with the Bloods, I'm with the Locs
I got a chop right under my coat (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm from the coast where we do the most (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 3: Ohgeesy]
Go out to Memphis and I fuck with my Folk n***as
I don't got a gun, then your ass gettin' poked, n***a
Choppa, machetes, show you that reggie
You can't get your money back, n***a, I'm petty
It get ugly like Betty, pop like confetti
I'm with Thugger Thugger, n***a just like Jefferey
We ain't goin' steady, we just fuckin', is you ready?
I'll turn your life up, let me know if you ready
Your n***a, he a bitch, nah, he ain't gon' do nothin'
Give me that soda, tryna screw somethin'
Posted a pic on Instagram with your new gun
But your lame ass still ain't pull nothin', ayy
(Fuck n***a)
(N***as take pictures on the motherfuckin' 'Gram with they motherfuckin' gun)
(N***as ain't gon' do nothin', they bitch-made)

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Ayy, I'm with the Bloods, I'm with the Locs
I got a chop right under my coat
I'm from the coast where we do the most
Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks
I'm with the Bloods, I'm with the Locs
I got a chop right under my coat
I'm from the coast where we do the most
Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks