[Verse 1: G.T.]
Migo came down with a translater
I was tought don't chase these hoes, get your damn paper
I [?] running through crops of boes, like a landscaper
Shit, I'm up now, go run and tell that to my damn haters
Left wrist Patec bust, that's my n***a chain
Jim mouth lit up like he went to Johnny Dang
Peezy walk around with twenty racks, pocket change
And I hit my n***a Twon when I hit the bay
D n***a, but I'm quick to hit the interstate
Quick to tell a bitch before I fuck, ho, you gotta pay
Ain't no [?] boyfriend pimpin [?]
Just some soul cold players who got big chicken
Remember I was broke, I couldn't get a [?]
60 days later, after grinding, that's a [?] chicken
Sick with it, a bunch of important n***as
Watch out for them court n***as, watch [?] sport n***as
Came a long way from struggling, now it's Louis bags with cash
I gotta focus on this rap, bro gon' hold the mack
Pull up in the cat, I get the cat fast
Boy, you be [?] to these hoes with your lame ass
You ain't been in no situation, fighting no heavy cases
Ain't had enough for the lawyer, so the cop you taking
Me, on the other hand, I stood up in that jam
Got back up again, I ain't need no help
Before I ever wrote a rap tune, cut stoves, crack fumes
Boy, we cooking up in this apartment, running vacumes
Know those nosey ass neighbors think we already [?]
Have them pull up right in the garage, we gon' play it smooth
Used to keep the 380 when I went to school
'Cause I'd rather get caught with it than be on the news
If I ain't [?] with the blues, then it's dog food
But I gotta keep this shit smooth, gotta play it cool
[Verse 2: Peezy]
I can turn nothing to something
From ten to a hundred
Shit'll get ugly
If I press a button
Fuck who ain't with us, 'cause the trentches love us
N***as ain't into nothing, sitting around hating
Boy, go get some money
I done had a bag, since I was in high school
I put a bitch right on the blade like I'm Icewood
I just made a free 30 racks, my n***a, life's good
Whatever the pills won't do, I bet the white could
Sick with it, like I'm B-Legit, Neph the Pharoe
Bought the hellcat, I ain't want the Camero
I just sent a care package to my dawg in jail
Gang sharper than a bow and aro, we ain't taking L's
Might be riding in the ghost with a tommy gun
Got the power round this bitch [?]
Dropped the bag off, [?] hide it for us
Beam on the Glock, if I spot you, don't even try to run
My right hand in the feds and he got a phone
When he FaceTime me, I was counting a hund
My young dawg ain't got a chain, but he got a gun
Rose Gold 41 was plane, til I got it done
Not once did I complain, I just got it done
I ain't tucking in my chain, ho, I got it showing
And I ride for the gang, n***a, right or wrong
Looking down on the compitition, like a fucking drone, n***a