[Intro: MIKE]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: MIKE]
Spend it fast, and get it back quicker
In the club when we splurging on the black stripper
Keep the fam' fed and happy, that’s a hat tipper
Big Jatti keep catchin' on the bag zipper with the bag-lifters
Out in Cali, unclassy, I’m a bad lipper, big tag ripper
Lil' fat, need the Rick pants bigger
Make bands, but I need to see the gang richer
Who your mans? I don't see you in the gang picture, it be fan-fiction
Where your hands? Let me keep a couple grams in it
All that ham shit and tweakin', boy your plan glitching, could've ran with it
Got wit' Naav, we've been schemin' on a grand mission
In the Gaza, the one where all thе sand isn’t
They tryna jock us, but it only be embarrassin', all thе carelessness
Like Obama in your city, we be airin' shit
I'm a problem off a jiggy and a Claritin
For the somber, we was thieving in the clearances
Now I'm tryna put squad up on the Barron's list
Lotta bruises, lotta trauma, takin' care of it
I ain't choose how I was brought up, I'm aware of it
Nah, I ain't lose it, I was cautious, was beware of it
Thought we was through it, how I saw it, but we here again
Yeah, we here
[Verse 2: Larry June]
Midnight puff coat, I'm in Maryland
I'm in the '92 wagon playin' Erykah
Chanel from '04, I look arrogant
I switch whips three times for the hell of it
And that was just in twenty-four, so it's evident
I'm in Oakland with Alchemist and Evidence
I only play my own shit, I'm critiquin' shit
And got so much sauce, I can't carry it
I got so many flows, I could share the shit
And got so many hoes, I could share the bitch
(Hold on MIKE, I'm 'bout to go in)
Orange stones in my piece like a Crush soda
Anybody in the way, gettin' ran over
Coppin' work in Kapital in a Land Rover
On a reservation, white tee, Kangol
I'm pushing P in them spots that you can't go
I told her, "Grab some popcorn, it's a late show"
Tossed a carbon fiber kit on a grey Porsche
Mackin' on a lawyer bitch in my jean shorts
Yeah, we got the same coupe, but yours less horse
Is she gonna let a n***a hit? Come on now, of course

[Outro: Larry June]
C'mon, you should've known it
You see how a n***a walkin', just walked in like, uh
Sock it to me
I ain't come here to play no motherfuckin' games, man
MIKE, what's happenin'?
NY to the Frisco
Hunter's Point to be exact
Uh, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye