[Chorus: Izaya]
I remember when n***as tried to steal this flow
N***as wan’ beef on the gram, can't text my phone
I ran up some money, and they kept fuckin' up my Cartier's
No I ain't rapping if it ain't some dough
She loving the Ecstasy, she snorting the coke
Supporting my grey hound, they got the know
And my white boy, he got some mo'
You ridin' with me, you clutch and you blow
I sent my lil' bitch, to go to the store
You still in the mix, lets drop on the lo'
Am I coming too quick, these n***as [?]
Yeah I got this on my side and I got my n***as they ready to ride, just needed the room
I hit that boy with that fuckin' stunner
And I hit up my bitch when she a lil horny
I can't chill with yo' click, 'cause they a lil corny
Can't chill with yo' bitch, 'cause she a lil horny
Can't let no more fake n***as in the door
You know I hate n***as, like a [?]
If you lose my chain, n***a I go off
[?] hang with n***as, [?]
I remember when n***as tried to steal this flow (Yeah)
N***as wan’ beef on the gram, can't text my phone
I remember when n***as tried to steal this flow (Yeah)
N***as wan’ beef on the gram, (Yeah) can't text my phone
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
[Bridge: Izaya Tij & Arcadia]
Woah
Bands and mothafuckin' grams on the table
N***as wanna be my mans, not able (Yeah)
N***as tryna play that, reaper take 'em

[Verse: Arcadia]
Ride in the mothafuckin' tonka
I got the pounds in the bunker
Choppa on me, like thunder
All black bitch, like donda
Bitch I go crazy like monster
Bitch I go crazy like monster
I'm going up like Osama
Choppa get hot like a sauna
Don't want smoke, he don't want steam
Fuck that bitch until she scream
Talkin' that shit, get popped like a bean
Smoking on gas, that blue tree
Aye, come get you bitch back
Aye, come get you cat back
Sexual, not the Hellcat
Yeah, all my n***as demons, they on the loose
Why you lying, bitch just tell the truth
I'm in the army, bitch I'm with the troops
Shot him with a Hellcat, I made him- (Pew, pew)
[Chorus: Izaya Tij]
I remember when n***as tried to steal this flow
N***as wan’ beef on the gram, can't text my phone
I ran up some money, and they kept fuckin' up my Cartier's
No I ain't rapping if it ain't some dough
She loving the Ecstasy, she snorting the coke
Supporting my grey hound, they got the know
And my white boy, he got some mo'
You ridin' with me, you clutch and you blow
I sent my lil' bitch, to go to the store
You still in the mix, lets drop on the lo'
Am I coming too quick, these n***as [?]
Yeah I got this on my side and I got my n***as they ready to ride, just needed the room
I hit that boy with that fuckin' stunner
And I hit up my bitch when she a lil horny
I can't chill with yo' click, 'cause they a lil corny
Can't chill with yo' bitch, 'cause she a lil horny
Can't let no more fake n***as in the door
You know I hate n***as, like a [?]
If you lose my chain, n***a I go off
[?] hang with n***as, [?]
I remember when n***as tried to steal this flow (Yeah)
N***as wan’ beef on the gram, can't text my phone
I remember when n***as tried to steal this flow (Yeah)
N***as wan’ beef on the gram, (Yeah) can't text my phone
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
[Outro: Izaya Tiji & Arcadia]
Yeah
I left these lil' grams on the table
N***as wanna be my mans, not able (Yeah)
N***as tryna play that, reaper take 'em (Yeah)
You know I get high as fuck