[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Fuck n***a get away from me
Fuck n***a get away, get away from me
Bitch n***a stay away from me
Bitch n***a stay away, stay away from me
Fuck n***a get away from me
Fuck n***a get away, get away from me
Broke n***a keep away from me
Broke n***a keep away, keep away from me
Bag back bag back bag back
Bag back bag back, n***a give me 40 feet
Bag back bag back bag back
Bag back bag back, n***a give me 40 feet

[Verse 1: E-40]
Hustlers up, busters down
Real n***as make the world go round
My car in the shop in the Town
Gettin' sprayed root beer brown
My bezzle chain ain't for play
Cost a tenth of a million, 100k
Cartier white buffalo sticks, winnin'
Lookin' like a D-Boy from Michigan
We eatin' over here, no scraps
Shout out to my n***as in the flaps
It's gudda in the ghetto, in the traps
Bentley's, Audis, Ferraris, Rolls Royces and Cadillacs
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Fuck n***a get away from me
Fuck n***a get away, get away from me
Bitch n***a stay away from me
Bitch n***a stay away, stay away from me
Fuck n***a get away from me
Fuck n***a get away, get away from me
Broke n***a keep away from me
Broke n***a keep away, keep away from me
Bag back bag back bag back
Bag back bag back, n***a give me 40 feet
Bag back bag back bag back
Bag back bag back, n***a give me 40 feet

[Verse 2: E-40]
Another day, another dollar
Your bitch want me in her throat like a lozenge
Neck game sick, she a slobberer
Got her coochie hella hot with my thermometer
I been spittin' game since I was 2
I pack a 22 like Shaq shoe
Out the box, everything new
Drink Perrier-Jouët, brew
These Balenciagas, not Adidas
These ain't Ray Bans, these Ditas
Fuck Satan, shout out to Jesus
I ain't scared of n***as, I'm scared of polices
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Fuck n***a get away from me
Fuck n***a get away, get away from me
Bitch n***a stay away from me
Bitch n***a stay away, stay away from me
Fuck n***a get away from me
Fuck n***a get away, get away from me
Broke n***a keep away from me
Broke n***a keep away, keep away from me
Bag back bag back bag back
Bag back bag back, n***a give me 40 feet
Bag back bag back bag back
Bag back bag back, n***a give me 40 feet

[Bridge: Eric Bellinger]
I could tell a real from a lame in a minute
I could turn a spark to a flame in a minute
Listen to a boss, spit game for a minute
Bag back bag back bag back
I could tell the truth from a lie in a minute
I could spot a mark in the sky in a minute
I done kept my pistol in my side for a minute
Back back

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Fuck n***a get away from me
Fuck n***a get away, get away from me
Bitch n***a stay away from me
Bitch n***a stay away, stay away from me
Fuck n***a get away from me
Fuck n***a get away, get away from me
Broke n***a keep away from me
Broke n***a keep away, keep away from me
Bag back bag back bag back
Bag back bag back, n***a give me 40 feet
Bag back bag back bag back
Bag back bag back, n***a give me 40 feet