[Intro]

(Sosa on the beat, bitch)

Two, two E's, bitch, you know how the fuck we rocking

Bitch, free the hood (Free the hood, dead homies, free the West, keep the rest, and it’s just like that)

(Soja 3, bitch) Dead homies ([?], convicted felons and two five)

Ugh

Fucking with the suckers, I caught a homie with two fives

[Verse]

Eighth of Tris', that syrup so potent

Pulling up in Benzes in the trenches, we be show boating

Pole loaded, superheroes and them Hulk Hogans

I ain't earned my name from playing games, I don’t got no tokens

Bro loafing, we wigglе through and left the pole smoking

Nigga triеd to diss me in the city, now his soul floating

Gold frozen, got a bag and now the hoes notice

Titty on the glizzy leave him six feet, nigga, no COVID

I been a menace since an infant, I be trippin' trippin'

I be pouring sixes, mixing 'scriptions, we be sipping different

In the trenches whipping Benzes with expensive image

Man, this shit be wicked, bitches listen when you getting chicken

You got a vision, push the limits, you gon' go the distance

And fuck a witness, ain't no snitching when they throw the sentence

And don’t say who did it, gotta sit it with your co-defendant

Bounce out the whip with a stick and then finish your existence

It’s free my bro, he didn’t fold, they did not do a bail

Nigga still ain't budged and the judge gave him life in the jail

Not because a pussy nigga decided to tell

Just because my boy ain't break the code he gon' die in a cell

Shit, I was drowning just hanging out with the loose screws

I really made it out, you can pave her out if you choose to

So many opps, I don’t bother thinkin' 'bout who's who

Remember popping out tryna walk him down with a deuce deuce

I’m known for having blue strips, it’s a light hundred

He only known for having loose lips and a tight budget

I overkill, I lose sense when the night bustin'

Open up a seal of new Tris and pour a line of it

Damn it, [?] put seven in his melon, ain't no body shots

F&N gon' send him up to heaven when his body drop

Give me all your dollars, if you holler then the shawty pop

Try and test the waters, bullets hotter than a coffee pot

Flexing on the 'net, we finna rob his ass for all he got

We ain't sending texts, we sending shots into your mommy's spot

Lurking until we find him, do him slimy for that potty talk

You think it’s a good idea to try me? Nigga, probably not

He tried to go against the grain, I get him touched quick

G-O-D, I ain't the type of nigga you should fuck with

Told her don’t open her mouth unless it’s to suck dick

She said, "What if I'm hungry or thirsty?" I told her, "Tough shit"

You see me up, bitch, you better duck when that stick pop

How the fuck this nigga getting chicken but his clique not?

Ain't showing interest if the bitch ain't looking tip-top

She couldn’t see the vision, I told the bitch she could kick rocks

Could fall off any minute, I'm living life on a tight rope

I'm really with the business, I'm different, bitch, I ain't like most

Emotionally scared so a nigga heart really ice cold

Ain't fucking with 'em, fuck them, bitch, all the suckers can die slow

First day out I hit Buddha like "Where the sticks at?"

I can’t even tune in to the sucker's music, that shit whack

It's MBM until the end, I’ll never switch that

This nigga hit the halls and he told it all with his bitch ass

You ever went to jail and ain't tell or give 'em a name?

Even though your homies was phony and won’t probably do the same

I’ve been feeling broke and hopeless, I'm low-key going insane

I'ma take a trip for the gang 'fore I ever switch for the fame

Don’t open doors for no bitches and I don’t say please

I'm known for having blowers with extensions and suckers hate me

Remember vividly hitting him like it happened in HD

For sure somebody dying you see me sliding with K3

Ain't going back and forth on the internet, bitch, I take lifes

Might get a Louis bag if her booty fat and her face nice

Baby, what you owe me is something that I won’t say twice

This bitch don’t even know me, tryna blow me, something ain't right

Ain't fronting for no bitch, nigga, I ain't rich but I'm finna be

She fucked me off the rip, she might let you fuck off the Hennessey

All my granny kids, nigga MBM, we the winning team

I'm grinding 'til the finish, you ain't with it, you an enemy

MBM known for taking, but we don’t take L’s

Me and her get to smacking like a fat kid at a bake sale

Is you a buster or a sucker? 'Cause I can’t tell

The suckers isn’t hiding, let's go sliding, give 'em straight Hell