[Intro: Boss Krizzy]
Let's get it
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it (Krizzy)
Yeah (Kreed)
FBG shit
Gang
Uh-huh

[Verse 1: Boss Krizzy]
Smokin' OG Kush out of Black Jacks
Young boss n***a, find me where the cash at
Gettin' to the cheese, no rat traps
Got them snakes off my plane, Samuel L. Jackson (Huh?)
FBG Clout Boyz, bitch, the team winnin'
I'm on the strong pack-pack, yeah, that green spinach
Make that n***a lay it down or that TEC spit (Brrat)
Catch a opp lackin', shit gon' get hectic
Middle fingers up to the opposition (Fuck 'em)
Clout Boyz, bitch, we ain't got no competition (Fuck 'em)
I'm a real-ass n***a, you already know
Fuck a bitch, pass her 'round, that's a give-and-go (Go)
Word around town Krizzy gettin' dough (Krizzy got the cash)
I'm a smooth-ass n***a with a killer flow (Uh-huh)
You pillow talkin' to a bitch, we don't save hoes
Like the NBA, yeah, we like to trade hoes (Trade 'em)
I'm the don of this motherfuckin' rap shit (I'm the don)
Try me, then that motherfuckin' MAC spit (Uh-huh)
Boss Krizzy, I ain't duckin' no action
I know you heard what my n***a Billion Black said (Let's get it)
Word around town Krizzy got the nine-piece
I'll get a n***a straight like a fuckin' iron crease
Got a bad bitch with me, yeah, she a dime piece
And it's money on my mind, I don't need a mind reader
[Break: Boss Krizzy & FBG Duck]
Gang (Woo)
Word on the streets, I'm a real n***a (Too easy, too easy, too easy)
(Ayy, turn up)
Word from me, I'm still a real n***a
Shout out to the block (Gang-gang)
Word on the streets, I'm that n***a (Let's get it)
Free the guys (Let's get it)
Word from me, I'm still that n***a (STL, EBT, woo)

[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
Look, word on the street, I'm up next (Turn up)
A lot of motherfuckers gon' be upset (Turn up)
'Cause I got all of my chains on (Flex)
You could get shot tryna touch that (Boom)
My shooter Steph Curry, he blowin' that thirty (Boom-boom)
You won't have the chance to bust back (No)
My homie deceased, so what makes you think
We gon' squash the beef? N***a, fuck that (Let's get it)
I'm from where they show no love at (St. Lawrence)
The block where you could get mugged at (St. Lawrence)
You tryna play games like a kid (Bah, boo)
'Til Tommy come get you, ain't talkin' 'bout Rugrats (Brrt)
They talk about guns, where them guns at? (Show me)
They say they want beef, man, I love that (True)
Shoot a n***a so many times (Boom-boom)
Forensics don't know where the slugs at (Boom, boom)
Take a look at me, I'm flexed up (Flexed)
Y'all n***as don't look flexed up (No)
I should be the king of this flex stuff (Turn up)
N***as hatin' on me 'cause they see I ran my check up (Money)
Take a n***a bitch, then fuck her (Fuck her)
I had to let her know I don't love her (Thotty)
Shawty thought I was gon' cuff her (Dumb bitch)
Sorry, baby, but I am not a sucker, gang