[Intro: Skooly]
Throw your hands in the
And wave them like you just don't
And if you like
Let me hear you say
Oh yeah

[Chorus: Skooly]
Throw your hands up in the air
And wave them like you just don't care
And if you like shrimp and gritz, and all that pimp shit
Let me hear you say oh yeah

[Verse 1: Huncho Kae]
Stay prayed up with these bitches, I'm never layed up
Staying down so I won't fall off, gotta stay up
I need [?] money, these lil [?] ain't weigh enough
Fans [?] the streets [?]
That's a million dollar question, I wanna know too
When you really from the streets, that's what you go through
But everything good, like my Grandma soul food
[?] turn your back on fam, even when thеy do
And Wayne say you ain't did it, until you [?]
I guess I overdid it, 'causе I did it like [?]
I'm Hungry Jack, I mash potatos and I steak my plate
Let's take a trip to Singapore, and kick it at Marino Bay
And I'm only in the company of hustlers
Making money and movies, that's just what I'm accustomed to
I knock down walls in that pussy, Mr. Carpinter
Old school game, so she blow me like a Contra, bruh
And life is so amazing, I'm just tryna live it
In these streets or indostry, I gotta make a living
Feel like we skipping over dollars, just to get a penny
And you can tell by my atire that the boy winning
[Chorus: Skooly]
Throw your hands up in the air
And wave them like you just don't care
And if you like shrimp and gritz, and all that pimp shit
Let me hear you say oh yeah

[Verse 2: Skooly]
Young Biggie, bomb diggity, n***a
Give it to you straight, I never riddle me, n***a
The judge ain't safe, he getting rid of these n***as
If the drugs is the case, you John Lennon me, n***a
Ain't no walking down the street getting shot though
God, he with me, he got my back, so
My killers walk the streets with ease, they got them Glocks too
See we all about the peace, til shit pop off, fool
Young Andre, kicks 3000 in this bitch
Young Kanye, Louie my designer in this bitch
That's practice, I ain't even trying in this bitch
What's crackin? We gon' get it frying in this bitch
Oh shit, get back, I know they ain't ready for that
I've been hustling getting money, and I came ready to bat
Tryna run me up a check, ain't no [?]
I'm a winner, watch me win it, even Mayweather should [?]

[Chorus: Skooly]
Throw your hands up in the air
And wave them like you just don't care
And if you like shrimp and gritz, and all that pimp shit
Let me hear you say oh yeah