[Verse: Izaya]
What, young n***a talk' 'bout shit
He talk to cop 'bout the blicks
[?] fly than a bitch
[?] the gang ridin' wit' a [?]
Two [?] and still can't take no pic's
So, the push door coupe [?]
Mix, the Moncler wit' that Rick
And young n***a that Slay [?] a lick
Hop in that Tes' it just go Bee, bee, bee
Then, she wanna sit on me
And, it, feel like Lil [?]
Diamonds, they hit like, Gah-lee
And, a, young n***a feel, Lil Keed

[Verse: KanKan]
Smokin' on the woods, okay, yeah n***a fuck the Rillos
I'm about keep the XD-45 wit' extend-o
N***a ran a band last week, well, times 10 though
And the lil ass bullet get the flyin' right through your window
And the SR like a helicopter
Keep the percs on me like a doctor
Like the sticks hit ass on fire
Pop perc n***a just to get higher
Bullets gon' fly like a tire
Look at them racks, just hit
And the Kel-Tec big' than a bitch
And it might just knock out ya' shit
In that SRT, and it's fast than a bitch
Mixin' the (N)ine with the Rick
And the Chromehearts on my bitch
And that Prada on her bag n' shit