[Verse 1: Sada Baby]
Hmm
Ain't no rules to this shit, huh
We gon' play it how we play it, bitch
I'm from the East, hmm
I'm gon' say it how I say it, huh
Look in my eyes, hmm
Who gon' slide on me?
Who the—
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
You know n***as lied on me
Hmm, huh, the opps tired of me

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
They told me put my gun down, they gon' slide for me
The last n***a talkin' crazy got fired on

[Verse 3: Los]
I'm tryna move a thousand grams, that's what I'm on
Linwood Ave, call it Heroin Ave
'Fore I ever made a song, I was playin' with them slabs

[Verse 4: WB Nutty]
They say they want that raw, well, bitch, here it is (Bitch, here it is)
Stop at CVS 'cause I gotta grab some pills ('Cause I gotta grab some)
Naw, Gerber, naw, motherfucker, I got it all
I can put it in the stash or I can put it in her drawers
[Verse 5: Sada Baby]
I don't whip with fentanyl, I'll Isotol that ass
Hit him with the fake Percs, I'll Tylenol that ass
I couldn't wait to dump your bitch, huh, tired of all that sass
Watch how Skilla dunk this bitch, huh, threw it off the glass, ayy

[Verse 6: Skilla Baby]
We went half on a bag, we go sale for a sale
My uncle in the field, sling bales on the cell
N***a, keep the car runnin', no, you can't park
I done seen so many bodies dropped at Blaine Park

[Verse 7: Los]
T-shirts, blue jeans, bitch, you don't know Kareem
Motel, mobile home, I ain't leavin' 'til it's gone
N***a, grab the handheld compressor, let me make the pills (Real talk)

[Verse 8: WB Nutty]
Shit, we can meet 'em at the store, cuz make the sales
Two sacks, one phone, I'll burn a bitch out
Shoot the blow up north and shoot the grits down south

[Verse 9: Sada Baby]
Fell asleep steppin' on it, I done burned down the house
Gotta sell it in town, I done burnt out the route
I wasn't the middleman then, I ain't the middleman now
Used to hop on that 'Hound, really pick it off that ground
[Verse 10: Los]
I used to do a n***a bold, cut the middleman out (Real talk, n***a)
Used to sell them bitches whole, grab a chunk and take it out
Ain't no two days the same, n***a
Except Tuesdays and Thursdays, they raid, n***a
Get your roll on
Dope sales, Daisy Lane, you don't know about it
Teenage custos, I don't see a problem
I don't see the problem
(Pussy-ass n***as, ain't got no love for 'em)

[Verse 11: Skilla Baby]
The hitman don't talk, this shit ain't right
He'll blow you broad day, but he got stage fright
The brick a name-brand, soft came off-white
A broke n***a talk numbers to you all night
Huh, I ain't got no love for no n***a
If he ain't sold an ounce of dope, n***a
I don't sleep on the pape', stay woke, n***a (Yeah)
You could get off your ass or be broke, n***a

[Verse 12: WB Nutty]
Small drug towns, watch how a n***a kick off
Punky-ass junkies, they don't like it when it's soft
But I'ma deal with 'em, they gon' pay what it cost
Turn one into three, don't give a fuck if you went off
Lean on a junkie in a trailer for some weeks
Countin' all night, it be hard to get some sleep
Twenty people knockin', I ain't even have to meet 'em
441 Daisy Lane, you had to see it to believe it, n***a
[Verse 13: Sada Baby]
Told Nut he had to break them Dickies out
Fuck the judge, I been tryna break my n***as out, huh
Really wanna catch Trump for that eighty-ball
Like any n***a make me dump, they play it wrong, huh
Treat your bitch like topside, hope she take a ten, huh
I mean take a Perc', huh, bet I make a friend
I can turn four bricks to a run if I take it serious
Brodie wanna line up the plug, that's a shortcut
Then set up shop, won't let no n***a short us
That chop retarded, short bus, tear a n***a porch up
Sped to your shit like DoorDash, damn near fucked the Porsche up
We peep all the ho shit, my n***as don't ignore nothin'

[Outro: Los]
Huh, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, uh, check me out, bitch
Pussy-ass n***as, ain't got no love for 'em