[Verse: Baby Para]
Fuck wrong wtcha boiiiiiiiiii

Dog was talking crazy told him pull up on me
He heard them things pop got the skirt on me
Now he tell the feds how we get money
How you a big dog but you piss like a puppy
We took your Jesus piece but we ain't sell that shit
They through that double 007 on some petty shit
Now I'm looking for you on some semi shit
Finna slide down in your little block and have your Chevy lit
Bitch I'm a dog
This shit right here is real life
Pussy had a fake chain but claim he got real life
Little dog didn't want to stay around so he talked to the cops
How you feel your not even iced own watch
We some money getters bitch we live by the code
You know that we will kill your momma so that's why you told
When I catch that ass in traffic I'm a do you bold
We don't give a fuck about the cops and that's word to big bro

[Verse: Rocaine]
Its a hot day
I'm a drop the top
Bring my money then you my teacher n***a
Yeah I dropped out
Bitch I'm on the mothafucking block
With the fucking chop
With a couple thots
That's cup by the ops
1017 glo gang
Pussy n***a show my finger use the other hand to bang ya
Aye
Dogout smoking pounds
Flex smoking mud
Think I'm a shooter how jug jug jug
Where the fuck is your bands at? I don't wanna play
N***a you don't know when to go be yo last day
I don't wanna be your friend what don't you understand
I'm too muthafucking focused on the muthafucking M's
I just got a check so i bough a mac
Other in the mattress I'll teach you how to stack
Why you acting hard n***a I know the real you
If you bring your girl with you better hope she ain't cute
Cause she rolling with the dopeman bout to knock your boots
Still doing shows, N***a learn how to shoot
This ain't a diss song, N***a it's the truth
I'm in ATL doing B's out the coupe
I'm a 4 4 soldia, Got the coca-cola
Have my n***a pop ya, Like a muthafucka toasta
Don't say I told ya
I'm done talking witcha
Ganstas move quietly
Rocaine ya crazy
Bitch yeah I might be

[Verse 2: Baby Para]
I don't cop pleas dawg, It just not in my blood
Have them little G's come and wack you like a pint of mud
If the walls could talk, They tell you kill yoself
You lack confidence, So that's why you never showed yoself
You a pussy and you know it, You scared and you show it
Them statements that you writing lil dawg you a poet
Dawg you a pussy, I'm a show out when I show up
It's envy in they blood cause they know I'm next to blow up
I'm a real G. I know who I wanna be
You a fake pussy, You ain't shit but a wanna be
I don't know how to act, Dawg so I rap
So when I rap, I don't act
You don't scrap, You just rat
So speaking on my muthafucking daddy name is wack
Cause you use to call him and back your shit back
And he laughed at