[Intro: Chase Fetti]
These n***as know me, man
We the ones pushin' the fuckin’ culture, n***a
Kastro, what up, buz?
You n***as know you can't fuck wit' me
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[Verse 1: Chase Fetti]
Uh, look, stay away from me with sucka talk, you fuckin’ soft
Typin' like you winnin' but be uninvolved (Fuck outta here)
I had the homies raid the brib and, kill everybody (Brr, brr brr brr)
Wife, son and daughter
Don't touch a thing, we ain't come to rob (Naw)
I tell the homies bum out, you gon' see a hunned chains, and a hunned cars (Facts)
Couple cards up my sleeve, I'm, Gambit with the fuckin' charge (Hahahaha)
I bubble hard, good work, it’s never fraud (Never)
My n***a swing that rock around like Rucker Park (Y’all know mе)
That's a lay up, get the bricks and soufflé ’em
Whеn baggin', it was on the corner, PM to the AM (For real)
My hitter got a vic, he only go if I okay him (Brr)
Soon as I give him the green, he gon' shoot it like he Tatum (Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
I kill 'em that’s verbatim, all that playin' that's for SEGA
Pull a mask and turn to Vega, seein' juks as elevators on 'em (Lemme get that, n***a)
N***a, I never hated on 'em, shared my food, waited on 'em
Now I got the ball, I'm goin brazy on 'em
[Chorus: Mikee Mula x2]
Twenty eight grams in a zip
Hunned more plans for the flip
45 slammer in the whip
Shit, twelve on the strip
Couple more sales and I'm rich, bitch

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Ayo, I hustled around the clock, I never stopped and take a day off (Nah)
I need millions like Mayweather or Bernie Madoff (That money, n***a)
I made a way with a hunned forty for 8-Balls (Buggin')
The shit you can Pop Smoke, shooters snort yo' face off
Went from Nicolas in the Cage, to felony on a page
To a paid celebrity on the stage (Haha)
Thought about equity, when I was sellin' Ecstasy and Haze
As the Pac-Man, from tryna navigate my way through the maze (Uh-huh)
Couldn't afford the time ways 'cause crime pays
I probably re'd up a thousand times, go all out for mine
I only build with alpha minds, I don't debate with debaters (Nah)
Cop the yayo and we cook it in the alkaline
Before rap, we was sellin' Horse like the Ralph design
Cuddy got knocked off, I had to re-route the grind
Now I shine, got diamonds in this mouth of mine
A 40 with the laser beam and a Pocket 9 (Bah, bah)

[Chorus: Mikee Mula x2]
Twenty eight grams in a zip
Hunned more plans for the flip
45 slammer in the whip
Shit, twelve on the strip
Couple more sales and I'm rich, bitch
[Verse 3: Boldy James]
Base is loaded, I'mma Babe Ruth it if I'm on debate (Ching)
Swing 'bout it 'bout it, swing, swing it like a lumberjack (Yeah)
Bricky stamp, with a bumber suit with the bloodclot
Brick Man on campus, I'm the new Chubb Rock (Block Works)
Cut it in the bandage, band-aids in my Ksubi jeans (Yeah)
Rosie Perez suited bezzle, face of a beauty queen (27)
He tried to tell him take a pleader but he came muted (Uh)
Hope he get assigned the cell next to me in the same unit (Grr)
You n***as got it out from me 'cause that shit ain't movies (Uh-huh)
Soon as they let my n***as out the clink, we gettin' straight to it (Gotta get that check)
Real V's know these ain't Cubans (Real VV's)
I mix the YSL with the LV, call me St. Louis (It's the Jackson)
Face cryin' like I'm Gambit
Been gone a month straight, ol' teether like I'm stranded (It's on)
You home alone, invade yo' Speed Weed? to Sticky Bandits
It's the JackGod, the streets know me for tricky dancin' (Tricky dancin')
Go eat yo' moves

[Chorus: Mikee Mula x2]
Twenty eight grams in a zip
Hunned more plans for the flip
45 slammer in the whip
Shit, twelve on the strip
Couple more sales and I'm rich, bitch