[Intro]

(1Up shit, we goin' upper)

Yop, 1Up shit, nigga (Yeah, leave all that)

Whole lotta gang shit (I'll burn you)

Youngest turnt niggas, we the coldest niggas

All that, brrrt

Ayy

[Chorus: G.T.]

Yeah, I'm out here workin' 'til the sun up (For real)

After, I'm done with this shit, boy, I'm 1Up (Brrt)

Take that shit back to your jeweler, them ain't VS1 (For real)

Take that bitch back to your jeweler, that ain't a 41 (Nigga)

I dare a nigga run up (Grrt)

Gun a nigga down before he ever get his pole up (For real)

Plays outta town, but I'm in the city froze up

Tell me how you broke-ass bitches don't know us

[Verse 1]

Ho us? Your lil' freaky bitch chose up

They think I'm from the East 'cause all my niggas, I'm from 41

Sure 'nough, we puttin' bread together like a cold cut

How you be road runner in your raps and never rode nothin'?

[Verse 2]

I'm probably on the block with them one niggas

300 Blackouts'll hit his top and leave his lungs missin'

I try to play it cordial, but I love sex with drunk women

When you see me walkin' down the street, I probably got my gun with me

My nigga leave a nigga open if he mug wrong

I can get it in in the booth, but I love phones

[Verse 3]

Bro told me be loyal to my bitch, but I love hoes

Man, I don't love hoes

I'll kick a bitch out the Uber, get the fuck on

[Chorus: G.T.]

Yeah, I'm out here workin' 'til the sun up (For real)

After, I'm done with this shit, boy, I'm 1Up (Brrt)

Take that shit back to your jeweler, them ain't VS1 (For real)

Take that bitch back to your jeweler, that ain't a 41 (Nigga)

I dare a nigga run up (Grrt)

Gun a nigga down before he ever get his pole up (For real)

Plays outta town, but I'm in the city froze up

Tell me how you broke-ass bitches don't know us

[Verse 4]

Three-man with three pretty bitches, it's me, Lik, and Moni

I fuck with her, her, her, and her, I'm a DM hopper

Rockin' white lows, don't like the black ones like Celina Powell

Send the 'bows to Mexico, I got a plug in Tijuana

[Verse 5]

Hundred times a hundred, we chargin' a G

My whole team cold, my niggas zero degrees

I'm an artist, paint her up, give her back 'cause she ain't mine

I hit her, then I give her back, ayy, Lik ain't got no time

[Verse 6]

FN got wings, I'm like Veeze, let it fly

My lil' youngin sellin' weed on Evergreen and 7 Mile

I be bustin' CVVs, I never need a credit card

I don't wanna talk, she wanna talk to me, I tell her naw

[Chorus: G.T.]

Yeah, I'm out here workin' 'til the sun up (For real)

After, I'm done with this shit, boy, I'm 1Up (Brrt)

Take that shit back to your jeweler, them ain't VS1 (For real)

Take that bitch back to your jeweler, that ain't a 41 (Nigga)

I dare a nigga run up (Grrt)

Gun a nigga down before he ever get his pole up (For real)

Plays outta town, but I'm in the city froze up

Tell me how you broke-ass bitches don't know us

[Outro]

(I'll burn you)