[Verse 1: Kenny Muney]
Yeah, I don't know nothin' but straps and profit
My life crystal clear, no foggy
Everybody know I came up off broccoli
Ain't no cap, y'all keep the toppings
I just want racks and my neck to be soggy, yeah
Young n***a neck real wet
Where the real blue check? Most rap n***as flodgin'
I don't know, baby, my n***as 'nem robbin'
Move like Italians, I grew up young mobbin'
I just be chillin', but soon as you play with me, young n***as comin' all black like some Sharpies
I am not liked, them hoes need security
Yeah, I was solo when they tried to pop me
Hmm, but when it be my turn, you know them gangster-ass pictures they paintеd, I'm croppin' it, bitch-ass n***a

[Verse 2: CEO Jizzle]
I'm a suspect, never victim, ain't no thinkin' twicе
And if you think twice and don't think right, then you might lose your life
Always been a gangster since a jit, bitch, I been totin' pipes
Put the gun down and get them hands, bitch, I was taught to fight
Yeah, but I ain't really on jackin' shit
If you know, you know, Big CEO straight on some trappin' shit
Before I ever made a song, was really on some wrappin' shit
Ain't talkin' 'bout no lyrics, if you know, you know, I'm clappin' shit
Yeah, and I can get a n***a stepped on
Walked down on my man and faced his ass, they said, "You dead wrong"
You shouldn't've said what you said, that shit you said in that song
You already had a fish fry, you need a tombstone
Now your mama cryin' on the daily 'cause I took her baby
Missin' your old lady, n***a play, Big CEO go crazy
You should've stayed up on the porch or took your ho ass to the Navy
But you crossed the line, so I left your ho ass up on the pavement
And I ain't braggin' on no bodies, bitch, these really facts
Walked a man down, he tried to run, I hit him in his back (Ricky)
Any n***a wanna go to war, bitch, let's go rack for rack
And if I ever took a pole from you, you won't get it back
[Verse 3: Kenny Muney]
These n***as won't go rack for rack
Ayy, Muney got too much of that
On God, I'd still be up like this
If I didn't rap, I'd touch them packs
Go pack for pack, I bet you won't
Ayy, 'round my way, my shit New Jack
Go diamond for diamond, you sure won't last
This shit on my neck cost a new Maybach
Go strap for strap, hell nah, don't do it
This chop got a switch and it got a few mags
My Glock got a piece on the back make it fast
My finger keep itchin' like he got a rash
Young P, that's my brother, for him, I'ma suit up
Ayy, play with Big Mac, gon' have me on your ass
When me and Lil Dude on a mission, it's on
Y'all better be lucky I'm gettin' a rap bag, bitch

[Verse 4: CEO Jizzle]
'Cause I'm a gangster and I don't owe a n***a shit
I got .223s, AR-15s, my Glizzock got a switch
I got AUGs and F&Ns and I got
I'ma teach your ass a lesson, I'ma take your ass to school 'cause I'm the truth
N***a know what's up, steppin' on shit like some boots
Walk up in the club, ho, we ain't deep, bitch, I'm with two
I trust him with my life, 'cause, bitch, I know what he gon' do
I got TweakMode in the booth, can't say too much 'cause he the truth (On God, on gang)
Yeah, bitch, you know TweakMode, he a gangster
N***a play with him, baow, baow, Tweak spanked him
[Outro: CEO Jizzle]
Haha
I ain't gon' say too much on that, though
N***as know what's up, ayy, ayy
That's the G.O.A.T.
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, n***a?