[Intro: DJ Scream & Louie V Gutta]
The Untouchable, Maybach Music Group
Yeah, we was really sellin' powder, n***a
This a gift to the streets, accept it with honor

[Chorus: Louie V Gutta]
Yeah, I used to pray to get a kilo, a kilo
Thirty-six O's up that raw for my amigo
Throw it in that water, watch it swim like Nemo
Man I swear to God I pray to get a kilo

[Post-Chorus: Louie V Gutta & Meek Mill]
Then I got a kilo, a kilo
Better keep that on the low if you got them kilos
You might get booked or get murdered for that kilo
Now I'm steady gettin' money and this ho wanna fuck
Cause she know I got a kilo
She only want me cause I got bricks (Cause I got bricks)
She only want me when I got bricks (Cause I got shit)
Before a n***a, I ain’t had shit
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
She only want me cause I got kilos

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Cooked kilos all on my neck, these n***as ain’t no threat
Sky Dweller gold all plain, and I ain’t comin in no jet
And all I want is straight cash, I ain’t even takin' no checks
Cause these hoes don't do credit
And they don’t pop pussy if the money on debit
I got them kilos, she only want me cause I got bricks
She only want me cause I got shit
Before a n***a ain’t have shit
Man, she only want me cause I got kilos
Thirty-six O's in the Pyrex, I be going HAM in the projects
Got a bad bitch with me and she all that
She ain’t nothing but a jump shot, all net (Swish)
Ya'll suckers play foul like Artest
I make a brand new flow, you can borrow that
Selling all these bricks, need a hard hat
I hit your ho one time, never call back
Say these n***as used to wanna be like Mike
Now these n***as wanna be like me
And these hoes twerkin' on Instagram
Still talkin like they wanna be like Bey'
And these dudes y'all say getting money
Lookin' like groupies in the V.I.P
And if these dudes got all this paper
Cause all these n***as wanna be like me, ho!
[Chorus: Louie V Gutta]
Yeah, I used to pray to get a kilo, a kilo
Thirty-six O's up that raw for my amigo
Throw it in that water, watch it swim like Nemo
Man I swear to God I pray to get a kilo

[Verse 2: French Montana]
You ain’t got enough for me n***a, .4-4 tucked on me n***a
Long nose like Ginobili n***a, five rings like Kobe n***a (Bling!)
I was flippin kilo after kilo (After kilo)
Rockin that Versace shit way before the Migos (Migos)
Started with them grams at the project with a stack
Then I flipped it to a brick and then I did the Project Pat
Like, homie what’s the problem? Semi or revolver?
Catch a n***a with the bricks, he know we gon' rob him
Once I caught the lick, we was fresh up out the drop
Man the bitches on the corner watch a player like a scout
I said all I wanted was a kilo, all them bitches wanna freeload
All I wanted was a drop with the head cracked like cee-lo
Thirty-six them Os n***a, thousand grams on gold n***a
Power plants 'bout to blow n***a, DC, Coke Boys n***a
On the corner, pistol on me, smoking on California
Ten chains, catch pneumonia, yeah

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Ain’t no refunds n***a
Wanna get your money back? Better bring your guns n***a
Ain't no receipts in the streets, all sales, you know they final n***a
So if you lose somethin', then it’s your loss
If you don’t weight up, then your scale off
If you trap right, it'll pay off
[Chorus: Louie V Gutta]
Yeah, I used to pray to get a kilo, a kilo
Thirty-six O's up that raw for my amigo
Throw it in that water, watch it swim like Nemo
Man I swear to God I pray to get a kilo

[Post-Chorus: Louie V Gutta]
Then I got a kilo, a kilo
Better keep that on the low if you got them kilos
You might get booked or get murdered for that kilo
Now I'm steady gettin' money and this ho wanna fuck
Cause she know I got a kilo
She only want me cause I got bricks
She only want me when I got bricks
Before a n***a, I ain’t had shit
She only want me cause I got kilos