[Hook]
09, we tote; my n***as ain’t no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked

[Lil Jojo]
Uh
I’m rollin, all my n***as rollin
Keep that fuckin red bandana, Hulk Hogan
I’m cuttin up like scissors
Comin down hard like blizzards
I’m getting head while giving head that’s a head on collision
I’m on a pain pill
I keep this shit trill
These n***as ain’t forreal, Like a fire drill
Your hoe on my back, like a fuckin 5th wheel
That bitch make her pussy open and close like fish gills
I put all my n***as on, but some of them n***as gone
Them n***as callin my phone, *** leave me alone ***
I’m lightin up that strong, then pass it to my bro
Numbers don’t lie, except 5-0
Different color Trukfit shirts
You n***as pull down your skirts
If I die of these purp, put a bad bitch in my hearse
My hoes lift up they shirts, I’m high as Captain Kirk
If we run out of work, we Rob like Burke
Ugh
[Hook]
09, we tote; my n***as ain’t no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked