[Hook: Young Sac]
I'm a street G
Product of the gutter, man
I became from nothing, n***a
Now I'm after everything
Came from rags, n***a
Now I'm off to riches, man
Take me away from snitches, man
And these lucky bitches, man
I'm a street G
Product of the gutter, man
I became from nothing, n***a
Now I'm after everything
Came from rags, n***a
Now I'm off to riches, man
Take me away from snitches, man
And these lucky bitches, man

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame & Young Sac]
I'm a street n***a shawty, product of the cocaine
Product of the Mary Jane, rolling off that X, man
Me and Young Sac just went half on a sack
On the west side of town, trying to bring that money back
Hold on, Waka, let's show these n***as what we 'bout
Show these dreads and golds and he's slinging OG from down south
A slick fresh, sling that piff and that X
Put them fingers on your block, boy, don't put this to the test
To the test, fuck the rest, I'm the best, Waka Flocka
From the Heights to the 'Dale, I'ma give these folks Hell
What's a cop? What's jail? I'ma keep selling crack
Or that ready rock, make your body rock, cock it, pop