[Intro: 3200 Tre]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Hm
It's Thirty, c'mon
What up E?
What up Marc Boomin?

[Verse 1: 3200 Tre]
Huh, I got an automatic chop, it's gon' shoot itself
Huh, I just bust down a fresh brick, I'm finna move myself
Huh, that n***a running out of pape', I think he losing health
Huh, I'm done upping Glocks on n***as, I'ma use a belt
Yeah, huh, I got some ass to beat
Huh, this bitch give me everything, but she get half from me
Huh, I got another bitch to fuck, you getting half of me
Heh, Mike just passed me a 30, I'm taking half of it
Huh, I'm in this bitch with Baby E, let's have a striker class
Huh, you need a pro back to get in here, that's like a striker pass
Huh, I think of everything I say, I don't be writing raps
Huh, I don't like the shit you text me, I ain't writing back

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
The pint of Wock' spider wrap Clarissa, ain't no fighting back
Hellcat, I'm sliding that
And I'm in a Nike mask
N***as duck when them .223's get to flying past
Every song you heard me on, n***a, wasn't writing that
Oh, they came an strike your shit? You gon' have to buy it back
Everybody just got neck from her because her body ass
Marched walked in with the chop and the mini body bag
I know a shop that be chopping shit, that bitch a karate class
Dawg was talking choppy 'til we posted a vid of him
Wait 'til I drop my chain, n***a, I spent a crib on it
Stomach shot with the .45, he probably won't live from it
He don't trust me round his bitch, he think we did something
[Verse 3: 3200 Tre]
Huh, I'm over here tryna do my verse, my car still running
Huh, I just walked in with a latter, I'm tryna build something
I built the Hellcat I got, you tryna steal something
I'm in here with the SRT boys, I feel a reel coming
Hm, I feel like E brother today, just call me Mark
Hm, fuck a 20 vs 1, let's do car V car
When I rap, I paint pics, you know bars be art
Hm, yeah, Chargers sound cool, but you can't dodge a dart
Huh, you just stole your brother door, you tryna hide his parts
Hm, your bitch stay in a bonnet, she tryna hide her part
Huh, my brother keep tester with him, he a diamond shark
Huh, I told the bitch we not fucking, she can't find her chart

[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
Holding money down by my leg 'cause it's far apart
You can bring your bitch around the gang, but they all sharks
I can drop a tape today, bro, they all chart
Slow them bitches down, we on this block before they all park
Got the city turnt, bitch, it's Augast 10th
Bitch throwing that ass on me, she twerking on the fif'
The stick hanging out the Gen5, she thought it was my dick
Ain't no more bullets in that clip, then hit him with the stick
Catch him on his 9 to 5, he need another shift
Huh, bro, I just poured the drank, who asking for a sip?
Bro done got hella chains on, they asking who he is
Quit asking me if I fucked the ho, you need to ask your bitch