[Intro: Tory Lanez]
Yo EP, this beat is so ugly
Yeah n***a, motherfuck it is
Fargo shit, racks, what's poppin' n***a
You know, this One Umbrella G.D.S. shit my n***a
Act like you don't know, better story the fuck up n***a
Fargo

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Bitch, you know what's up
If we got to ridin' on you n***as
And that .40 tucked
Case I gots to slide on you n***as
And you know what's up
All I do is ride for my n***as
And you know it's up
Bitch, I got that .40 tucked
Bitch, you know what's up
If we got to ridin' on you n***as
And that .40 tucked
Case I gots to slide on you n***as
And you know what's up
All I do is ride for my n***as
And you know it's up
Bitch, I got that .40 tucked
[Verse 1: Biiig Rax]
Young n***a from the dirty part
Dirty jeans tryna be a star
Ferrari drivin' down the boulevard
Out here grindin' gonna make it far
Remember sleeping where the junkies stay
Remember chillin' where the gunners stay
Remember the nights on the block
Making wops with the pot the same cup for like 30 days
Remember seeing chick with the pretty face
She wanna fuck cause the dirty cake
Shoutout my n***a that Tory Lanez
Shoot to kill, gunners stocked in my gang
I'm stackin' my money from knee high
She wanna fuck cause of D.I
Bitch you can't see us
Pull off and skrt, onomatopoeia
My n***as are P.I. more bitches followin' him than a beehive
My n***a got six, fuck it I might just run up on a C.I
I'm doin' my Diddy boy y'all better stay out my B.I
That .40 go bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop
Now y'all n***as see why

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Bitch, you know what's up
If we got to ridin' on you n***as
And that .40 tucked
Case I gots to slide on you n***as
And you know what's up
All I do is ride for my n***as
And you know it's up
Bitch, I got that .40 tucked
Bitch, you know what's up
If we got to ridin' on you n***as
And that .40 tucked
Case I gots to slide on you n***as
And you know what's up
All I do is ride for my n***as
And you know it's up
Bitch, I got that .40 tucked
[Verse 2: AyFiF]
These bitches don't care about him
And these n***as don't worry 'bout him
I'm no limits, so 'bout it 'bout it
I'm smokin' loud, you won't hear about it
Don't break a bitch, don't got no feelings
Made a livin' off dope dealin'
In the 6 with my woes chillin'
Cabana party got no ceilings
Got Tory Lanez all on the track
Had to go throw Rax on it
Fuck with G.D.S. and it's a wrap
If we can't find him then throw a pack on him
Maybe a fo' and a half on him (Huh)
Either way he gon' get eat like Frito Lay
N***as get shot just like everyday
But these n***as don't want drama like Mary J
Sweeter than Mary-Kate
N***as know that I push heavy weight
Cuttin' these bricks like a wedding cake
In the Pyrex, watch it marinate
Took the bitch a serenade
Now I'm fuckin' that bitch watch me demonstrate
I walk around with the .40 tucked
Capo in here, he know what's up
If you get close then the .40 bust
Bitch blowin' up, the cops showin' up
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Bitch, you know what's up
If we got to ridin' on you n***as
And that .40 tucked
Case I gots to slide on you n***as
And you know what's up
All I do is ride for my n***as
And you know it's up
Bitch, I got that .40 tucked
Bitch, you know what's up
If we got to ridin' on you n***as
And that .40 tucked
Case I gots to slide on you n***as
And you know what's up
All I do is ride for my n***as
And you know it's up
Bitch, I got that .40 tucked