[Verse 1: Xanman]
Do not pay me in no pesos
Plug got the paper
Like why they showing fake love? (Like why they showing fake)
Plug better pay some, I love the gold
I started out from Actavis, stick in my drawls
And now we started to trap again
I got a Glock, I shoot it like I’m African
Finesse the plug, he asked me where the package is
Hold up I ain't know when we established this (like when?)
He keep calling, I'ma pull up on your man again
So many drugs, I think I'm not gon be standin' again
So many drugs, I'm not moving like a mannequin
Bullets they can knock down an elephant
I'm in the trap, I'm serving on the cannabis
I'm serving, I'm serving
Chopper rocking, Jimi Hendrix
Beam on the Glock, it won't miss you
Give him more clips than a preview
I don't know when I'ma see you
I play with AK’s, yeah no Wii U
Don’t bite the hand that's gon' feed you
N***as love you when they need you
Know that these bitches be see through

[Verse 2: Freeco]
No baby I do not need you (no)
I just be fly like a eagle (I be fly)
Yo boy a bird, he a seagull (whoa)
I might do it in a Regal
Pop me a bar and I land on the stars
Roll up and hit it I end up on mars
I serve him fu' lean, I'm sipping on raw
He want his money back he don't get none
We used to sip on that Qualitest
Now we just pour up the Hi-Tec
Plug said he got that Actavis
Where you at baby? I needs that
She got the sauce and I need that
I put Gucci where her feet at
Open her legs, I'ma feast that
Give her good dick, good feedback
Nut on her tongue and she eat that
Fuck on her friends, I’m nasty
Her n***a mad that she gawking
He got a problem I'm blasting
[Verse 3: Xanman]
In the trap, got me fixin' the place
In the trap, I'm extending the plays
Xanman keep his stick on his waist
These n***as keep they sticks in the safe
I might just up, blow your plug out the socket
Hold it in buddy, you look like a target
Please don't make me shoot his ass with my rocket
She give me top when she counting up money
N***as is crazy with all of that gossip
I’m with a Glock make him run like Kitana
We pulling up and we running your pockets
We pulling up and we running your pockets
Finesse him, and give him three-five for the 50
Finesse him, and give him three-five for the 50
You can't trust a hoe, these n***as be 50
You can't trust a hoe, these n***as be 50
Off of that sauce with my road dawg
You think that's my man that's that "Yo, dawg"
Off a addy made me doze off
I keep my money straight low, dawg
Laugh at my brother like love, dawg
How you the plug but your phone off?
The Ruger hit him, wipe his nose off
She said my name like a roll call
[Verse 4: Freeco]
I'll pop his ass like a xan
Molly came in and it's tan
How you an opp and a fan?
How you gon' bop from the stands?
Ouu, They know big Freeco the man
I hear them screamin' my name
N***as ain't beefing they shoot with no aim
N***a we beef and I shoot at your brain
Sellin' xans to the college kids
Trappin' out all of them colleges
She want to give up the knowledges
She give me brain she a smart lil bitch
Put her on a plane with all of her friends
I run a train with all of my men
She wanna stay? No, ya boy ain't no bitch
She gotta pay, no pesos, bitch