[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Load up that AK, turn a beef to a mayday
We gon' shoot the club til they vacay
[?] my day day
From Detroit where we [?]
I hate haters and hate Jakes
Gotta mo the lawn, 'cause I hate snakes
Outa town on a vacay
From the eastside of the Great Lakes
N***as call for a couple [?]
Hook it up like [?]
Got cookie money like I'm in the bay
Got a cookie plug, man, I'm in the bay
Shout out to Philthy, we filthy paid
Get a n***a gone if he in the way
Bitch, I always had a master plan
Got a masterpiece, where the camera man?
Finna make a movie, gotta bring the tooly
'Cause a [?] n***a get to acting bad
My lil n***as gon' act an ass
'Cause round here, better pack a mag
Keep a chopper [?]
Get to shooting shots, he do the [?] dance

[Chorus: Peezy]
What the fuck these n***as talkin 'bout?
What the fuck these n***as talkin 'bout?
What the fuck these bitches talkin 'bout?
What the fuck these bitches talkin 'bout?
What the fuck these n***as talkin 'bout?
What the fuck these bitches talkin 'bout?
If you ain't talkin 'bout my n***as
Then it ain't shit to talk about
[Verse 2: Peezy]
You know I'm [?]
In my cup, it's a 6 or better
From Detroit, it ain't getting better
[?] n***as rocking sticks with leathers
Shout out Philthy and Cookie Money
In the trentches, selling cookie onions
Might slap a n***a just for looking funny
Got [?] we cooking something
These n***as, they a different breed
Oakland n***as, they be getting cheese
When we link up, it's a motion picture
Tell the directer [?] screen
In my hood, it ain't shit but G's
And my weed, ain't no sticks and seeds
[?]
But this is lean, I don't fuck with tea
N***as act like I changed or something
Tell the truth, I did
I feel like [?] when it come to these hating ass n***as, 'cause they don't know who I'm is
Team East, you know what crew I'm in
Got it tatted on my fucking skin
You ain't rocking with me, n***a, keep it moving
Ghetto Boys, the fucking movement
N***a
[Chorus: Peezy]
What the fuck these n***as talkin 'bout?
What the fuck these n***as talkin 'bout?
What the fuck these bitches talkin 'bout?
What the fuck these bitches talkin 'bout?
What the fuck these n***as talkin 'bout?
What the fuck these bitches talkin 'bout?
If you ain't talkin 'bout my n***as
Then it ain't shit to talk about

[Verse 3: Philthy Rich]
They say they wanna see my pink slip, what type of question is that?
After I show you my pink slip, you gon' be questioning that
Look I used to wear [?], now a days I coule care less
Half a million in cars, tryna duck the I.R.S
The streets ain't got no pationts, keep waiting on a n***a
You ain't doing shit, they ain't talkin, keep ating on me, n***a
Yeah it's syrup in my styrophome, half the time I'm never home
All gold yacht master to a different time zone
Green dots for my n***as locked behind bars
Cash out for everything, I never slid cards
These n***as know more about me than I know about me
They be coming up ith shit that I ain't know about me
It's a hommy on every pistol I own, n***a
I sware to God [?] every bitch that I know, n***a
These n***as broke and on dope, locked up and shot up
We do the shooting, we ain't the ones getting shot up
It's Philthy!
[Chorus: Peezy]
What the fuck these n***as talkin 'bout?
What the fuck these n***as talkin 'bout?
What the fuck these bitches talkin 'bout?
What the fuck these bitches talkin 'bout?
What the fuck these n***as talkin 'bout?
What the fuck these bitches talkin 'bout?
If you ain't talkin 'bout my n***as
Then it ain't shit to talk about