Intro:
*peep my pants nigga*
Prepare for launch in 3,2,1
I ain't even got to flex
I’m leaving these niggas perplexed
And these bitches wanna text
Ya g's dissing on the set
Neck on froze
Text is up on hold
Told yo ass i ain't messin with no hoe
Rollin up like a cassete tape
Shorty be callin me jefe
I guess i be bossin up
Next in the city, I’m sure you'll be vexed, ay
I never get tired, no rest accepted
Levitate high, just step by step, and
Niggas they try, and niggas they climb
And they get declined
Just like a debit
Card
Get off my dick bitch I'm getting
Hard
Get on my list, imma set it
*off*
Bumping my shit in chevy
*car*
Ready? *nah*
What?
Niggas ain't set to go
We multiply and we juxtapose
Ain't got not record sold
Im Dope, like i got enough to roll
Rolling up like a cassette tape
Rolling up like a cassette x2
Rolling up like a cassette
Roll it up, roll it up
Rolling up like a cassette
Rolling up like a cassette
I ain't even got to flex
I'm leaving these niggas perplexed
And these bitches wanna text
Ya g's dissing on the set
Neck on froze
Text is up on hold
Told yo ass I ain’t messin with no hoe
Flex on swove
Here I go
He might show
What he bout
On the g’s
Squad deep like GI JOE
Diallo
Like wassup
U better pardon my french
U can't compete with the team
U better start on the bench
Jumping up off the roof
They picking up the loot
I got the touch, I’m smoove
I don't got nun to lose
TTP, we show no trust to you
ZCG, we got alot to prove
We not allowed to lose
Wait
Hit em right
Hit em right
Hit the right dance
Get in my feelings, not all on my pants
See the light, in the hype, look at my stance
Get at my manz wait
Wait
Hit em right
Hit em right
Hit the right dance
Get in my feelings not all on my pants
In a fight, getting hype, in at night, get at my manz
We done, lil b*tch
Outro : ''MM.. aight’'