[Intro: B-Win & Babyface Ray]
Opp pack in the air, got me coffing up
We don't believe in drive byes, 'cause we walking up
Ain't too many like me, shit, I'm one and one
20 in my pocket, bitches thinking that I got a gun
Why you blowing up her phone? She just having fun
Before a label heard of me, boy, I [?] run
N***as tryna [?] me up, n***a, get you some
Piss him off bad enough, I get you hit for nothing

[Verse 1: B-Win]
200 hours on [?], watch me turn up
A hundred rounds hit your home, watch it burn up
A hundred bands on ice, it's gon' be a cold summer
Free [?] he a well known soul hunter
At Bennihana with your bitch, let off [?]
If it's a tag on your head, then they going shopping
My dawg'll slide down your block, like he play hockey
My [?] 'cause my chain rocky
Hittas with me shoot for free, don't gotta pay shit
And I let the money talk, don't gotta say shit
Put that chopper to his face, give him a face lift
Next day, we poppin bottles [?]

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
All this hate up in these streets, where the love at?
Rich and famous, but I still be where them thugs at
[?] deep up in these streets, igga, fuck rap
And [?] run that
So many n***as dead and gone, I want my thugs back
Big Glock, see an opp, I'm a bust that
N***as tryna stop the funk, n***a, fuck that
Anytime it's bloodshed, you can't turn back
N***a
[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
Only bosses at my table, you can't sit with me
You ain't my bro if you ain't tryna get rich with me
In the D with B-Win, I got them sticks with me
If you ain't drop [?] you can't sip with me
I fuck [?] why you n***as fucking Ms. Piggy?
Let them guns out the house, I got them strips with me
Ice out, never tucked, n***a, come strip me
You n***as tryna stack 10, I just spent 50
I'm a walking chandelier, all these chains hanging
Hit your crib with them chops, leave your place stanking
Back to back in hellcats, and we lane changing
Riding with that draco, tryna leave a n***a brains hanging
N***a

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
All this hate up in these streets, where the love at?
Rich and famous, but I still be where them thugs at
[?] deep up in these streets, igga, fuck rap
And [?] run that
So many n***as dead and gone, I want my thugs back
Big Glock, see an opp, I'm a bust that
N***as tryna stop the funk, n***a, fuck that
Anytime it's bloodshed, you can't turn back
N***a
[Verse 3: Babyface Ray]
You jump in the deep end, you can't turn back
Why you calling talking work? You don't serve that
All they talking Face was broke, where you heard that?
Once I get the head and bust it down, I'm a curve that
This ain't a [?]
[?] on god, word to Kirk Franklin
[?] a hundred plus, eating top Ramen
When a hundred on a chop, you ain't gotta aim it
Leave a hundred on an opp, bitch, I'm Willt Chaimberlan
I can't take [?] my n***as young and dangerous
I'm tryna get the funds, n***a, fuck famous
Fuck the haters, you ain't balling, bitch, you maintaining

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
All this hate up in these streets, where the love at?
Rich and famous, but I still be where them thugs at
[?] deep up in these streets, igga, fuck rap
And [?] run that
So many n***as dead and gone, I want my thugs back
Big Glock, see an opp, I'm a bust that
N***as tryna stop the funk, n***a, fuck that
Anytime it's bloodshed, you can't turn back
N***a