[Intro: FYB J Mane]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Hah, ayy, big FYB, man
2018 shit, hah
How they want me to come? Hah
Ayy, gang

[Verse 1: FYB J Mane & Wooski]
Now don't be silly, bitch (Gang), ridin' through the city with two Glizzies, bitch (Grrah)
Fifties, bitch, stuffed up in that ho, look like some titties, bitch
I'm litty, bitch, smokin' on this L'A got me dizzy, bitch (Let's get it)
So sitchy, ho, ridin' with them sticks, they long like telescopes (Like telescopes)
Sellin' dope, bag up everything like a grocery store (A grocery stores)
Servin' coke, remembеr I was fucked up, had to kick a door
Sellin' hoes, whitе bitch with me, crack all in her pussy hole
Now I got my money up, my pockets fat like cantaloupes (Let's get it)
Takin' flights, hit Detroit, might smack Tee Grizzley with the pipe (Glah, glah)
Take his life, disrespectin' Brick, bitch, we'll take your life (Brrah)
We don't fight, hollows flippin' out that Glock like Jesse White (Glah, glah)
We don't fuck with n***as, KKK shit, they get killed at night (KKK shit)
.40 with a thirty, I'ma squeeze that trigger thirty times (Grrah)
Just for number 30, we don't play that, you can get killed for mine
Red bottoms with the spikes, bitch, my shoes look like some porcupines
Playin' with my city, crucify a n***a like Jesus Christ (Like Jesus Christ)
On that block since sixteen, sellin' drugs and totin' pipes
Mama told me keep it on me, I'll never let you take my life (Take my life)
R.I.P. them fallen soldiers, for foe 'nem, I'll take your life (Huh)
R.I.P. them fallen soldiers, for foe 'nem, I earned some stripes (Huh, wop, bitch)
[Verse 2: Wooski]
R.I.P. the guys, bitch, free the guys (Gang)
I'm in this shit 'til it's over, I won't leave the guys (Bitch)
On the trey crackin' treys and we droppin' Ys (BDK)
Chopper shells look like french fries
Let a n***a disrespect Shondale, he die, ooh (Die Y, die Y, die Y, die Y, bitch)
I walk around with a bag
I think I'm movin' too fast
N***a, we came for the stash
Any n***a in here move, run, that's his ass (Get his ass)
Street sweeper cremate him, he trash (Brrah)
Fuck his bitch, then I smack her on the ass (Wop, wop)
Won't leave the crib without my ski mask (Glocks, chops)
I'll flame a n***a up like he gas (Yops)
We don't play that (Bitch)
I'll send his stupid-ass where L'A at
Then spend a couple bands on the [?]
Fire his mama crib up on the way back (Grrah)
If you lookin' for me, you know where the trey at (BDK)
In the cut, I be coolin' where the 'K at (On the trey)
Off the mid, blowin' good Big A pack (Big A)
And wherever he lack, where he lay at (Bitch)
Ugh, roll up the Baldy
That bitch caught feelings as soon as she saw me (Wop, wop)
Money, my gun, and my n***as – love all three (Yops, Glocks)
Braggin' about that lil' bitch, but she called me (Chops, shots)
[Outro: Wooski]
Bitch, huh
We don't wanna talk, huh, how you know?
GetYoShytSplack Gang
Huh, get right, bitch
On cheedoe, how you know?
All that there, bitch