[Intro: Blocboy JB]
Hey
Woah
Foo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
(Pack Heavy N***a)

[Verse 1: Munchie 2 Times]
One young n***a, got two bad bitches
Wanna have a minaj wit me
I'm the flyest in the room
I'm nonchalant, when I nut off the fuck
Ion really want cha around, that's my move, bitch move
I was tryna down a quarter pound, while you was tryna be the class clown, I was really trappin after school
And I kept it on me in case a n***a tried to act a damn fool
We was looking for da smoke, kept a tool
Bad bitch fetish, brown thick bitch wit me
While I'm cruising through the city
Heard brown bitches winning
Her daddy, he a pastor, she a frеak hoe
She be еating dick, deep throat, swallow nut when she feel me
Gotta keep a hitta wit me folk, he be off da G-G
Ian never talk to Drake, but I let em hold the Drizzy
Ian gotta tell em, he'll do it off the strength
Mark ya up, on everythang, we gotta hold extensions
Dope boy grill check, flyer than a real jet
These the latest jays, yeah bitch these ain't Reebok
And I'm in the same outfit that I trapped in about 2 or 3 days
Yeah bitch this a re-rock
N***a still beefing over hoes, I already fucked them hoes
Old news, throwback like some FILAs
Ima send a choppa, hang wit nun but top shottas
Mane the shit ugly, we gotta clear the scene wit some detox
[Chorus: Munchie 2 Times]
I was really running the streets in the hood as a youngin
That's why I'm Fresh Prince of da Bay
These young n***as love it, cause I drop dat gangster shit
My music might boost up the murderer rate
My OG told me hit a lick to the face
You don't need co-defendants interfering wit yo case
When you ain't got shit, nobody notice you
As soon as you come up, everybody gone hate

[Verse 2: Blocboy JB]
Yeah, as soon as you come up everybody gone hate
What? What?
As soon as you come up everybody gone hate
Awl, that's what you said?
Soon as somebody, Aye
Soon as somebody come up, everybody gone hate (Yaaa)
Okay, Aye, soon as you come up everybody hate
Flying forty still see through the hate
Cartiers help me see if you fake
Barbells, yeah I been lifting weight
Fish scale, someone bring me a plate
2-12 trappin 24-8
N***as crooked but that iron keep em straight (Woah, woah)
Jugg, the money I'm making , you wish that you could
Transportation, drive ya hoe to the woods
Segregate me, wish a fuck n***a would
Sometimes when I think bout my past, make me wanna crash
Get to pulling on blocks, like I'm Suge
Know I be acting ah ass, already know with the bag I came up
I was making a jugg right?
I got dat good right?
I'm in da hood right?
You just a bitch with a strap in da street
You know that we call that shit a hood dyke?
Fuck ya bitch from the back wit no hands
I'm not texting her back
Why you all in da love life?
Why you loving these hoes, be 21 dubbing these hoes
You know that we gone score twice
[Chorus: Munchie 2 Times]
I was really running the streets in the hood as a youngin
That's why I'm Fresh Prince of da Bay
These young n***as love it, cause I drop dat gangster shit
My music might boost up the murderer rate
My OG told me hit a lick to the face
You don't need co-defendants interfering wit yo case
When you ain't got shit, nobody notice you
As soon as you come up, everybody gone hate