[Verse 1: Price]

I know some suckers out the city plottin', creepin' up on me

Ex-bitches [?] niggas still speakin' up on me

See this the thanks I get for makin' waves for all you niggas?

Put two hands together, still I pray for all you niggas

You dig, she shake her shit, I shake the grit

In Bed-Stuy I'm with my dogs getting blitzed

Suited up 'cause I'm 'bout my bizz

Moved up [?]

I'm countin' blessings, you counterfeit

They don't know what to do with us

Only papers you can do the dutch

Your raps suck they ain't true enough

Say she don't know who to trust

Well shit that make two of us

Shake it up though, move your butt

Fuck a price and I can move you up

The gang signs ain't foolin' us

Don't clutch that unless you gon' bust

Learned that from the big homies

I ain't have no big brother

But I been on since du-rags with the split colors

I hope the cops don't kill me 'cause of my skin color

Always stuck to the code, stuck to the pin number

Okay go 'head, bet that shit say "Porsche" under my VIN number

Okay yep yep, my little baby got a little past but I still love her

Mhm yeah, said shit in side rooms, yeah it got misconstrued

Try to give a helping hand, they pull you down to lose

Still Good Vibe Tribe don't get shit confused

Oh that's with your crew, I disapprove

OG got me glued, stuck

No sour diesel I'm cool

Go Vin Diesel in the Coupe

Oh that's your main bae? She let me go in her

From the I.E. really makin' bands off medical center

Still gettin' head on the highway like a real nigga

Still don't talk when it's in person I'ma deal with you

Cut it off all the dead weight

Now we winnin' got the bread straight

On the court got the ball back

Now you frauds wanna call back

Lose my number when you finally realize what a young nigga worth

Or lose my number when you realize all your fuckin' plans ain't work

Then watch me

[Chorus: Price]

Go berserk, hide the cameras

Like a pimp, David Banner

I pull the strings, Carlos Santana

Nigga got his heart broken, Atlanta

My dog got a car loaded, them hammers

But I still got my ex waitin' on a text

Still lots of freaks waitin' on sex

I ain't pressed nah, I ain't pressed nah

Tell me somethin' new I ain't heard the best

Teddy Riley got 'em askin' "What's next?"

Put your clothes on, baby hit the steps

I ain't pressed nah, I ain't pressed nah

Sell me somethin' new I don't see no threats

[Verse 2: Oktane]

I don't like no pictures, and I don't like no snitches

Kill the beat, close your eyes, I don't like no witness

Push-ups for fitness, and kush-ups I'm lifted

And you said it I did it, that's exactly the difference

Nothing after the squad [?] we doin' this often

I done changed to a loft and had a crib you get lost in

Only thing I learned 'bout when you young and you bossin'

Is that niggas start gettin' fake when you start takin' losses

Whoa, that's my ex, been waitin' on that text

Whoa, that's your ex, waitin' on the sex

But she ain't bad enough, and she ain't got no soul

We say "yeah" to the queens, big "no's" to the hoes

No manners they bold now, do not get exposed

Sad women and money, that's X's and O's

They respect it at shows, I'm too high for the lows

This for my family and all my bros, no cameras