[Intro: Rone NFN]
Ayy, I'ma still make sure they okay
Hold on, ayy, I’ma still make sure they okay
Hold on, I'ma still make sure they okay
Ayy, hold on, gang

[Chorus: Rone NFN]
I know they just wan' see me strugglin’
But I'ma still make sure they okay
Before I let one of these n***as ho me
I'd rather go back to my old ways
Ain't tryna go back to the old days
Tryna hit licks for a check, n***a
I'ma stay on my bag
'Til one of you n***as show me that you ain't got respect, n***a, gang

[Verse 1: Rone NFN]
Bitch, I'm in the trap in designer
My young n***a strapped with a chopper
My Blood n***a say he a slime
I put a snake on his collar
Big bro hit a n***a for free
I don’t gotta give him a dollar
Bitch, I been a saint since a toddler
Don’t believe me, bitch, go ask my mama
I got the tool in the Gucci 'fit
Right by the belt where the tooly sit
Don’t gotta say shit, I'm a lunatic
I'ma step on the pack in some Louis kicks
Bitch, I put the dick where her booty sit
My young n***a strapped with a coolant kit
These VVS diamonds I'm coolin’ in
N***a play like he with it, we shootin' shit
Fuck on your freak and we pass her 'round
You pussy n***as is cap and gown
Go to a show and we clap him down
Hit his block with them choppers and come back around
Man, we with that smoke, ain't no backing down
Tryna go run it up real fast
Told Quincho, bitch, I need a mil' fast
So I shot to LA for a lil' cash, gang
[Chorus: Rone NFN]
I know they just wan' see me strugglin'
But I'ma still make sure they okay
Before I let one of these n***as ho me
I'd rather go back to my old ways
Ain't tryna go back to the old days
Tryna hit licks for a check, n***a
I'ma stay on my bag
'Til one of you n***as show me that you ain't got respect, n***a, gang

[Verse 2: Quin NFN]
I put that on my life, ain't no changin' up
When we pop out, bitch, we got the gang with us
These n***as be cappin' like they gettin' money
I swear that these n***as ain't made enough
When my bro hit your ho, you be mad than a bitch
When you callin' her phone, she be hangin' up
We gon' get that sack and split it with the team
'Cause I swear that this money ain't makin' us
All my young n***as with it
Tell 'em hold on, we gon' get it
Lil' bro get that sack and go flip it
You n***as be trippin'
Don't give a damn 'bout these bitches
We smash on these hoes, then we dippin'
Big Glocks with extensions
You should've stopped with the dissin'
Now we the reason n***as missin'
Got racks in the duffle, now these hoes on dick
'Cause they see that them young n***as get to them digits
[Chorus: Rone NFN]
I know they just wan' see me strugglin'
But I'ma still make sure they okay
Before I let one of these n***as ho me
I'd rather go back to my old ways
Ain't tryna go back to the old days
Tryna hit licks for a check, n***a
I'ma stay on my bag
'Til one of you n***as show me that you ain't got respect, n***a, gang