5 stay ridin' but I got shit to do be (?)

Bitch I made 60 on experiments

They Feds hit that door, Is you gon' punk up?

Can you get them grams down the toilet when you got one flush?

Can you handle all that shit that you be speaking?

Set up in a town, find a trap and keep it secret?

Can you handle all that shaving and that pack work

Told when you home, don't blow yo cheese you gotta stack first

Bitches askin' where im at im O.T Genesis

My brothers caught a case and it was theft of identity

All the poor times bitch we remember Meech

Takin' Meech chances on the road with yams in the seat

Give him 81 he catching balls like he megatron

When im in the south I always post up at the Chevron

Phone slap like it's a telethon

I can't stand a fake bouji bitch I need ghetto vibes

Keep it street with me, I keep it street with you

My lil **** poppin' beans they on the loose

They dont even want no cheese they wanna shoot

Til i showed his lil ass 300 he like (wooo)

They dont like the way we move they say we rude

700 oranges, im like Bishop I got juice

Are 5's in the sky lil **** we like (wooo)

Dead on arrival brodie landed on his roof

Keep it street with me, I keep it street with you

My lil **** poppin' beans they on the loose

They dont even want no cheese they wanna shoot

Til i showed his lil ass 300 he like (wooo)

They dont like the way we move they say we rude

700 oranges, im like Bishop I got juice

Our 5's in the sky lil **** we like (wooo)

Dead on arrival brodie landed on his roof

Make it happen with the bag bitch I promise

Doubled off the dog tripled off of Roxies

Got every color for a head like Tekashi

Get a light bag and stuff a bitch I met at Onyx

The hoes dont never like my vibe they say its toxic

If you dont know my trapworth bitch im polished

Bitch ain't never see no cheese he too modest

Spot still slappin i cook more than Betty Crocker

No Soulja Boy shit big Draco with the comma

I ain't Ruth Chris her boy I hit her off Carrabba's

**** hate im up but the bitches gon' remind em

Got experience, experiments be perfect timin'

Hoes love the way the racks look off my thighs

Work my way up from a slice until I had a pie

Countin' up the huns and twenties in a pile

Tell they ass that Im the top chef and take a bow

Keep it street with me, I keep it street with you

My lil **** poppin' beans they on the loose

They dont even want no cheese they wanna shoot

Til i showed his lil ass 300 he like (wooo)

They dont like the way we move they say we rude

700 oranges, im like Bishop I got juice

Our 5's in the sky lil **** we like (wooo)

Dead on arrival brodie landed on his roof