[Verse 1]

Go, ain't talkin' 'bout bands, I exit

Kick 'em out the section

Paper, no election

Talkin' 'bout 'bows, then I'm invested it

Want smoke with us? Won't reckon

Everything bigger in Texas, nigga

Big gun came with a kit, came with a drum

Nigga, don't quit your day job (Ayy, pipe up, Hoodrixh)

[Chorus]

This shit can get ugly, Tony Snell

Ain't shit in the trap, but a stick and a scale

Walkin' with that MAC, ain't talkin' 'bout Dell

First thing they do in a jam is sound like Adele

Baggin' up Runtz and it's straight through the mail

Droppin' a fuck nigga right on the scale

Me and Ben tight like Kenan and Kel

I'm tired of the rapping, just stick to the trapping then

Blacked out the whip like I'm part of thе government

Servin' thе bag right out of the Cullinan

Can't run with the sack, keep stumblin'

Throw me the money, I bet you I double that shit

[Verse 2]

Stick in my pants, they seen it on accident

Pull a opp out of the hat like a magic trick

Niggas ain't playin' they role, we apart of the script

Big gun, four-five just like Tim

Had blacked the whip, I'm accurate

The cheese, I'm stackin' it

Had to cut the bitch off, I didn't like her tendencies

They all of my son's, and I'm proud of my mini-me's

Keep two guns, one for the trap and my enemies

We play for keeps and it's stuck on the bench

I'm flexin' and you spend your time at the gym

And ain't sparrin' nan' nigga when it comes to that check, need my money like Tim

New foreign car, gave it a spin

Versace my eye when I shot through the lens

[Chorus]

This shit can get ugly, Tony Snell

Ain't shit in the trap, but a stick and a scale

Walkin' with that MAC, ain't talkin' 'bout Dell

First thing they do in a jam is sound like Adele

Baggin' up Runtz and it's straight through the mail

Droppin' a fuck nigga right on the scale

Me and Ben tight like Kenan and Kel

I'm tired of the rapping, just stick to the trapping then

Blacked out the whip like I'm part of the government

Servin' the bag right out of the Cullinan

Can't run with the sack, keep stumblin'

Throw me the money, I bet you I double that shit

[Verse 3]

Steppin' and my feet hurt

Since a baby, I been real nigga since birth

SRT go, skrt

We pour up the dirty 'cause that's where we come from

Dark outside, still pour up the syrup

Countin' up these racks got me missin' my exit

Pour up that Act', can't come to this section

I'm makin' the chicken in minutes, they come back for seconds

Diamonds, they fight like Tekken

Everything bigger in Texas, stay with a weapon

[Outro]

Stay with it