(Are you even listening?)

Man, you already know what the fuck goin' on, man

TM be the gang, still won't change

I'm back

Slat in, Slat out

Yeah, yeah, yeah

He showed his hand, now bro got Gen'd, and y'all know it was free (Uh-huh)

TM 'za, we got it in, if you want pounds, then call JB

We got the ups 'cause every driver known for bouncin' out them V's

Blood rusher, when I swing my door, I don't feel no fatigue (No)

The car ain't stop, but one shot to his head'll make his body flop (Yeah)

I'm tryna leave some shit slumped over as if I served his ass some rocks

Thirteen shots for that one block, got plenty more, but 12 on cock

It's time to get back to the slot, 'bout 5 a.m., we got a drop

You know we pushin' up, better have that button 'cause life don't run off luck

I caught one loafin', thought he had some bread, man, I was mad as fuck

Been knew that bitch was a ho before she let lil' brother fuck

Got time to do this rap shit, let me focus on the bucks (Yeah)

Every song, I gotta slide, make his ass ride inside a hearse (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Talkin' 'bout bro ain't blow his fire, them **** lyin' inside they verse

Did that stupid shit at school, but it's all cool 'cause it ain't hurt (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Never quick to chase a ho, I always put my money first

Nowadays these **** bitches, wanna woof like they wear skirts

Money flowin' in 'cause I been puttin' in hella work

Trackhawk screamin', swapped it with a Demon, can't hear switchy burst

Ain't no talkin', if you catch me walkin', better get off first

He showed his hand, now bro got Gen'd, and y'all know it was free

TM 'za, we got it in, if you want pounds, then call JB

We got the ups 'cause every driver known for bouncin' out them V's

Blood rusher, when I swing my door, I don't feel no fatigue