[Chorus: Big Scoob]
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my n***as like, "Bitch, please"
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my n***as like, "Bitch, please"

[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
I ain't gangbangin', I'm a gang member
Love for my Blood and the rest get the middle finger
You can get the trigger finger, funny-actin' pussy n***a
Fraud, you ain't hard, play the part, you can get it, n***a
Old head, long bread, chillin' and I'm sittin' back
Feet up, livin' good really and I'm kickin' back
Orchestrate to gettin' back, button-pushin' pigeon pack
Stuffin' up the duffel with the hustle, n***a, gimme that
Nah, really, give me that, greed time, gettin' fat
Multiply the paperbacks, gorilla, I'm a silverback
My mama cut the Similac with hot sauce and bacon fat
Really don't know how to act, started, I'ma finish, n***a, remember that

[Chorus: Big Scoob]
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my n***as like, "Bitch, please"
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my n***as like, "Bitch, please"
[Verse 2: B-Legit]
I be out a lot, probably on the block (On the block)
Be runnin' from the cops, runnin' into knocks (Into knocks)
I put it in the pot, then I put the wop (Yeah)
Foam and let it lock, then I lock the spot
Like, "Welcome to my neighborhood" (Neighborhood)
Got Cookies and the flavor good (Flavor good)
Put Gelato in my Backwood (Yeah)
Keep a banger when it's that good (That good)
Watch your anger if you that hood (That hood)
My brodie on the roof with a sixteen
Choppa in the bushes with a red beam
You done ran off with the wrong dope
Mini-14 got a long throat

[Chorus: Big Scoob]
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my n***as like, "Bitch, please"
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my n***as like, "Bitch, please"

[Verse 3: E-40]
Started off with a pinch, hoppin' over the fence
Garbage cans and dog shit, albino pits
Yola up in my fist, toaster up on my hip
Bringin' home the bacon and the cheese and grits
Sometime my paper saggy, sometime my yaper crisp
Takin' a stab at this rappin', selling dope a hit-and-miss
Grew up on the tar, pluck you like guitar
I be high as fuck tryna touch the stars
Franck Muller on my right, Rolex on my left
I don't like to fight, I just like sex
Hustler all my life, popo like to raid
I been gettin' paid since the tenth grade (Biatch)
[Chorus: Big Scoob]
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my n***as like, "Bitch, please"
I been sellin' dope since the tenth grade
Nothin' but gritters over this way
Walkin' up talkin' that shit, hey
Me and my n***as like, "Bitch, please"