[Production by Crank]

[Intro]
Like… like
Hmm

[Verse 1: RetcH]
Free the Biggavel, I'll forever bring the wave (wave, wave)
Going hard in my J's
Looping these bitches then fuck out they brains
Gold wearing bitches getting fucked in their things
Gold ass watch with the gold ass ring
Looking like I just got hit with a check
Nah mother fucker I just left the connect
Copped in the morning, bagged it up 'til the evening
2000 pills, they was gone in a weekend
Young ‘Lo God, I be Polo to my penis
Fogo de Chão, penne with assorted cheeses
Jesus, we just hopped up on the scene and
Like we was some new drugs, got these n***as fiending
Police scheming, got me at the precinct
Now I'm in the county jail chilling, watching TV
Laughing with the homies, on the court balling
See you when I see you, I be out in the morning
Called up my favorite bitch, feeling kinda horny
Left her in her sleep, made her wake up feeling lonely
Back chasing this money
Touch mine, that’s gunplay
No MMG, but this SMG will rip through your fiend
Now that’s R.I.P, Like
[Hook]
Pour the liquor he dead n***a
Replays in my head, n***a
Hit the church and go confess my sins
Lord forgive me, I'll never do it again
Left the cathedral, lit the refer
Seen a bum, so I bought him pizza
Told me, “thank you” said, “it’s nothing”
That last lick got you n***as stunting
So I'm breaking bread with my Black folk
Cause the homie told me I'm the last hope
He said, “yo, forreal, just get us out the hood”
So that’s what I'ma do because I told him I would
Cause I'm a man of my word, that's all that I got
Peace to my grandpa and peace to my pops
Peace to my bitches and peace to my gwap
Peace to my mother and peace to my block

[Interlude]
Hello?
(Yo)
Yo, what’s good, n***a?
(What’s good man, what’s up man, got that blockwork?)
Man you know we stay with that blockwork my n***a what you mean bruh?
(Nahmean, like, I came short, I got five hundred)
Everything or nothing, b, uou, n***a, you still owe from the last time too and I ain’t even text you on that, matter fact, you said you got five hundred n***a, come through and bring that shit over here right now man
(N***a I’m saying, like, why you calling that shit, man?)
[Verse 2: A.I.]
Bitch you know I’m ‘bout that dough
I’m smoking potent
Got that Backwoods forward motion
You can make it rain I told them bitches chill cause Ima make it snow
I’m ‘bout my chicken bitch, I’m talking ‘bout that fettuccine
And when you see me leaning bitch
Just know that I be on road for the cash
I checks n***as, ex-Pac shit
Put a X on ‘em
My yellow tape, I smoke good
Then let that shit ventilate
My dick on your dinner plate
These fuck n***as they gonna hate
Ain’t shit funny when you need dough
You better hustle n***a, you need O’s
Shout out to all of the bitches I sex
BX to Jersey
A.I. and young RetcH
Money is money I get to the money
You saving it n***a
I’m blowing them checks
All black cause I’m killing shit
Slow mo cause I’m sippin’
I’m tatted up, got them Ray-Bans, all them all black Religions
I talk slick like a can of grease
No [?] but I’m pimping
I need two blunts and one double cup and a bad bitch
That’s simple
You pulling up in them Bentley’s
And we all know that’s a rental
Don’t trick n***a, you bitch n***a, just act sentimental
[Hook]

[Outro]
Cause I’m a man of my word
That’s all that I got
Peace to my mother and peace to my block

(Oh my God, you are doing the most, I’m about to hit an old lady in the street and shit. Alright, ready?)
Yeah
(Blackout Boys, the mafia, bitch)