[Verse 1: Hologram]:
I stop to roll some weed 'fore I can start to write the verse (Yeah)
The beat was playin' the whole time this shit gold, this shit works (Uh)
You talkin' 'bout jail but I'm talkin' about Jordans (Yeah)
I just copped 1 to 3, man, y'all n***as so boring (Haha)
I get higher than Sean Kemp with the dope in my raw hemp
In a box fulla rocks that's not from geologists (Word)
I baught a watch off the crotch in my bottom bitch (Let's go!)
You get hot, you get topped, I'm on that rider shit (Draaa!)

[Verse 2: Big Twins]:
Think outside of the box, y'all n***as brainless (Baah)
MAC that I had for years that shit stainless (Haha, yeah, get shot)
Get shot for talkin' real tough (Brah!)
That's rules to the game, I never gave up
Fuck it (hmm), hard life I had to get through it (Yeah, let's go!)
But I got through it (uhuh?), now I'm livin' good (Yo!)
Gat so close I wish a n***a would (Yeah!)
Make a fuckin' move, he be dead quick (Uh, yeah, yeah)
N***as know what's up!, man!
Uh, yeah, uh, what up!
What?

[Chorus: Meyhem Lauren x2]:
Yo, rinse and repeat, no receipt discreet
Pushin' beamers, eatin' steamers (yeah!) while we carryin' heat (what?) (Bitch!)
We them front row n***as with furs on (Yeah, man!)
Queens, New York wild cowboys without spurs on (QB!) (Yeah man, Queens!)
[Verse 3: Hologram]:
Make the DJ play this in the club or get hit with the snub (Choked out)
Smokin' bud, I choke a thug like bass rootin', pass shootin' (Guns)
But you know I keep a mop and a broom (uhuh)
Got it locked in the room (knocked in the face), you get shot by my goons (Brrr)
(That's an AK in your face, n***a)
Then I'll hop on a tune and get hot like June, it won't stop, not soon (Yeah!)
I feel like this the championship game that just started (then what?) (Then what?)
Then we ballin' in Madison Square Gardens (In Madisons... let's go! You bitch)

[Verse 4: Meyhem Lauren]:
Yo, uh
(You know we ain't want it)
Woo! I splash differently my drip is supernatural
Hoppin' out the coupe (okay) and clap you then I go back to my castle (uhuh!)
It's whatever whenever, I'm like the W
That's how I'm on it 'cause for real I used to struggle too (Yeah!)
I'm paid off a zelcher, compensate it for your time (What?)
If you think you in my lane you must be out yo' fuckin' mind (You fuckin' crazy!)
I throw fine china in the garbage like it's paper plates
Shadowbox with weights and then we dip on Jakes and make escapes
Green sapphire crystal on the Rollie (Green Rollie, can't control he)
Hold on you can't control me ([?], man!)
Uh, green sapphire crystal on the Rollie (On the Rolls... We win! Fucker)
Hold on you can't control me (Yeah, woo!)
Since I can camo short sets sittin' courtside
Pop bottles then the corks fly
[Verse 5: Big Twins]:
Late night ran up on him he took a full clip (Brra!)
Watch who you doin' budiness and who you cool wit' (Fuck him! Draaa!)
Yeah, I see right through the bullshit (Uhuh, let's get it)
I can put you on how to get bread (Let's get it!)
So many gunfights I been dead (Bah)
Yeah (murders), you n***as used to seein' homicides (Yeah, yeah)
Kids wildin' out lettin' bullets fly (Okay)
Swing on the low, gettin' too high

[Verse 6: Hologram]:
I'm woke (uhuh), I'm tryna burn weed, I don't want no smoke (Uhuh, yeah, yeah!)
Like Eric B. & Rakim, I ain't no joke (Bitch)
I'll sell soap to a crackhead hoe (Come on, come on, come on, come on)
This shit gold

[Chorus: Meyhem Lauren x2]:
Rinse and repeat no receipt discreet
Pushin' beamers eatin' steamers while we carryin' heat (Yeah)
We them front row n***as with furs on (Draaa!)
Queens, New York wild cowboys without spurs on (Yeah, uh!)

[Outro]:
Yeah, that's fuckin' [?]
Queens, mothafuckas!
Ahahahahahaha!
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