[Intro: Peysoh]

(Ayy, 40, what that is?)

Ayy

[Verse 1: Peysoh]

Bail out the 'yo to kick up dust when we start clappin'

That skit was cute, now watch the way we gon' cause madness

I can't deal with you, bitch, you not my type and you be yappin'

I can't hang with these rap niggas, tell 'em stop with all that cappin'

Who got beats for real? Man, he on my team, I be with steppers

We step on bullies, break the trap and book these flexers

Hold on, wait, lil' bro, skeezy fresh, I need you for that next one

I caught two hats, threw this one out and got the next one

Got this flame with me, press that triggеr twice and you hear, "Ahh"

Got twenty sеconds, drop a hundred with this frrah

Let me switch his ass, all that gangster postin' like he trippin'

It's a hot one every time they piss me off, someone get chipped

I said I love the block, we let shit off on T, but it's for y'all

Came through taggin', but won't pop, I didn't play ball

Like what's up with that? Niggas ain't on shit, just for the 'Gram

He postin' guns like why not get back for your mans?

I can't stand niggas, on verse, he said he gangster, blow a blick

We caught shit, two in one day, was broad-day walkin' shit with six

I'm a two stepper, both feet on this pedal when we blitz

Been to myself, they gave us time under that jail for what we did

I step for T-Beezy, maniac, I got you, we send shots

We bought two .300 Blacks, who wanna play? We clear they block, nigga

[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]

Hey, tried to put my purple car on stage at the Palladium

They say it weigh too much, I guess the Drummers goin' stadium

Balenciaga boots with all the patches, ain't Palladiums

I just bought a Desert Eagle, Saquon to Arabian

I don't care if baby got a blue check, she gon' take it in

I feel like Jacquees, I'm baby makin', we gon' make some twins

Fresh up out of prison, built like Taz, I'm finna make 'em spin

All these bitches thirsty, swallow Greedy like Ja— ah, one more time

All these bitches thirsty, swallow Greedy like Jamaican gin

Bitch, I meant Jamaican rum

Go back to 03 inside the bricks, I was a naked bum

Fuck a bitch, just stay at home

Now I'm buyin' leather way in Vegas, better make it Chrome

This shit match my chopper, I be nervous when I stay at home

Pop a nigga, yell out, "Sheesh," bitch, you know I'm Drakeo clone

[Verse 3: Babyfxce E]

I'm so turnt, if I fall off, then I got pushed

Man, I'm so on P, I swing this bitch before you even look, you niggas cooked

The streets unfair, bro, we don't play shit by no book

I got 'em singin' it word for word, I don't even need no hook

Nigga, I was on that road, I think I pressed more T's than Push

I'm talkin' 'bout them Target stores, if you know, it's understood

I just pour a two inside my pop, it look like blood

Nigga, if you know me, then you know I don't give a fuck

It was trap and rap, if rap didn't work, I was back to snatchin' whips

I ain't trust nobody, I was sellin' straps without the clip

I ain't fuck nothin' off no Perc', don't let me practice on your bitch

My nigga just don't give a fuck, he ain't use no mask before he slid

Don't ask me what I did, it was a lot, I said, "Watch"

That's that second time that car came down this block, next time, drop the top

I'm the type of nigga, do somethin' to me, we gon' go eye for eye

Chrome Heart hoodie was only made overseas, it's gon' be hard to find

Huh, almost crashed the 'Cat, I was tryna swat a fly

44 Glock'll give you superpowers, I heard you tryna fly

If this bitch swing and hit your shirt, they'll think you bought it cropped

Baby got the M so fuckin' turnt, they think we bought the block

[Outro: Babyfxce E]

Nigga

Yeah

Striker Boys, M Block, all that shit, know what the fuck goin' on