[Intro: Dre Armany]
BYLUG Almighty, we can't be touched
One of a kind man
They'll never be no n***as like us, man
You better believe it

[Verse 1: Dre Armany]
Fell off bounced back, fell off bounced back
Got cookie in my wood that I mixed with some wax
Got 20 in my pocket like a long sleeve lac
Yeah, I got it for the low if I don't know you I attacks
All white whips last year we did it all black
Hit Saks, fuck up the check I get it right back
Then we back in VIP you can find me blowing thrax
And them killers watchin' me, yeah you know they got my back n***a

[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
Sit down with your 'this my first Rollie' ass
Better never speak on my name with your phoney ass
Askin' do we got his own and move his homie's bag
You can have the cash and I'll show your nosey ass
Bitch, we fuck the streets up
Got n***as fuckin' up they ree up
Runnin' off on they connect, tryna keep up
You see us, I ain't just rapping n***a
Pushin' spaceships through the slums laughin' n***a
Used to borrow a car for videos, that shit stopped
Test drove the coupe once, next day it got copped
Your CD flopped, you at the pawn shoppers
Was 'bout to get the Bentley but that might've got us all hot
[Verse 3: HBK Kidd]
I got me a bad bitch and I got a side one
She got her a bad bitch and she got a side one
Clique full of hoe n***as where you get your mind from
[?] gon' see that money, who he get his eyes from
When I spit it, better feel it, from the realest
Some n***as get it and they spend it but I get it back
No love for a freak bitch, I can't get attached
'Cause when a n***a need a light I couldn't get a match
So, I'm shittin' on you n***as and bitches
N***as gossip like bitches, most n***as is bitches
I'ma pull up on your boys, have you lookin' suspicious
Like where he get his ice from and how did he get it
They lookin' for handouts, I'm whippin' bands out
N***a get it in on your own and get up off your man couch
I run shit and they ran out, outta money
We run shit now they nose runnin', n***a

[Verse 4: BMO Maine]
A lotta n***as talk good but they don't do shit
They don't move shit, they don't cruise whips
Don't blow your pro's, fuck around and can't get that brick
Now these lame n***as got me back on my old tip
Kidnap your people, 50 bowls of diesel
How you feed your people, Chewin' Crew we all eatin'
Compare we not even, ten years we stay winnin'
BYLUG, this our reach I'm rich off a state switchin'
[Verse 5: Doughboy Scooch]
Pull up in the Bronx if you got some bowls to sell
Just like Dre CD, I'm all over with it
That cookie smell so damn good, when you open it
We came a long way from skippin' class and pourin robitussin
White paint the money light blue on some frozen shit
[?] notice it
You get what you negotiate, not what you supposed to get
N***a you can't show me a verse or a OG zip
I had a bar when I was a kid don't go to [?]
I'm glad [?] re-opening
Motherfuckers really think you broke because you sold some shit
But I know you seen my old dude, flexing like a broken wrist
Bronx down BYLUG, they made 'cause I got plugs
My people always on so I don't gotta buy drugs
Ridin' with your bitch dawg, I just got the mob up
Glock in my console, you better call it don't pop up

[Verse 6: Doughboy Roc]
All that fuck n***a shit don't concern me
How you the richest n***a and you drive a Journey
How you a favorite trapper and you ain't even got it n***a
I was on my month, they told me [?]
I used to be fucked up, I'm bout to be rich though
You already rich n***a, but you a bitch though
I tote pistols with ladders and shit
I hate to leave your brain all splattered and shit
You know how savages get
My name Roc, I'm a bull
I get respect, n***as love me I got pull
I feel like fuck n***as ain't no competin'
I ain't stretchin', gettin' murdered I was too busy eatin'
[Verse 7: Big Quis]
When it comes to shit talkin' I'm the motherfuckin' coldest
I took your bitch to the room she bust that pussy open
You not a OG, you went to jail for sucker strokin'
If you got a problem with it all, I'll bust ya head open
I'm posted on the Mile, jewelry worth a 100 thou'
I went to war for this chain boy, I know blade proud
We shut the whole Instagram up
I know this fake ass rappers can't stand us

[Verse 8: Doughboy Clay]
[?] real n***as
Cross one in my team, guarentee chopper scream
[?] and Dre, Bling we got shit we can't speak on
'Cause that's the story untold
Under pressure, I swear to God none of my n***as gon' fold
Hit the club, in the club we the n***as that close
Steady chasin' money cause it's Stack Season
In Beast Mode just lookin' for a reason
This our turn we ain't never leavin'
Mob ties for real, will leave your family grievin'
They ain't want us to be shit that's just motivation
Ten cars on white, back to back, hi haters

[Verse 9: Doughboy Josh]
First off fuck them n***as and them damn chains
That's a piece of shit you should be damn ashamed
Jay Hicks ain't nothing but another Lamb'
All his ice on one goddamn chain
All his white hogging one goddamn lane
Steady talkin' down on n***as, steady stressin' frames
Bullshit about no buzz is you serious, cuz?
N***a, [?] really, really serious, cuz?
"They ain't gon' play you on the radio", think I give a fuck
And we gotta be the villains cause we are winnin'
And I never back down, hold my chin up
When I see you outta ice your chin tuck
1 against 50, bet I try my luck
40 on my neck, 20 on my wrist
80 on my whip and I ain't got sense
BYLUG