[Verse 1: BTK]

Pull up on ya like John Wick

Got them commas in the profit

I'm a motha fuckin' plug with these beats

Fuck around and call me socket

They would doubt me, now they watchin'

Big moves up in the office

All I want is fuckin' paper chasin'

Gettin' dough up without even talkin'

Ahh shit, not even 20 and here I go makin' a mess

Used to say fuck school, I'm out here testin' these rappers

Givin' em lessons and messages, best if you kept up

With what I been doin' cause shit gon' be changin'

Can't wait till I prove it, everybody said I'd never make it

I just shook my fuckin head, wait for the day

When I get connected, when I get a check

And when I sign some deals, I'ma come for the neck

Boy I'm blessed, but I'm cursed

Cause everyday I fuckin' work

And everyday I see a new rapper tryna get me on a song

Hand em the hearse, a monster with this shit

Gamma gon' burst, Dancin' with the Devil

Got a band in the church, oh

[Verse 2: Hvy]

Only take one bullet, 2 seconds

3 days without food to put a fucka in the grave

Now they hollarin' too soon don't play with me

Heat stay with me, fry em up like bacon grease

Better let em make it sizzle

You get in the way of the green, make a way for the team

And my people to eat, get the fettuccine, fetty, cream

Guwop guwop, gotta get it nonstop, nonstop

Until I'm in a drop top, head bobbin', I'm shinin'

I'm catchin' a body, you try me, I'm wildin'

I don't do no hidin' I'm pinin' on loud, come and find me

If you really bout that life then come and prove it

I get on the mic in the studio

(Pull up on ya like John Wick, Pull up on ya like John Wick)

[Verse 3: SikWidIT]

Money comin', can't let it go

Dressed in Green, come from the Grove

ManSladuhSik, Murder Show, real street nigga, fuck radio

Mac 11 hit 11 bodies, John Wick like John Gotti

Money callin', can't help that

Bitch I beat the beat with a ball bat

Baltimore on my ball cap

Dope boy phone, can't call that

Money Hungry, my team win

Whatchu see in them? I'm Invader Zim

5 goons includin' me

All my niggas they tote heat

ManSladuhSik, TRVP, BTK and Heavy D

[Verse 4: TrvpNick]

Leanin', po' a deuce up

Look up you see us

Shinin', call me gold dust

Johnny Bravo with the money

John Wick, drum do numbers

Afraid money don't make money

Trap jumpin', daily hustle, juugathon, early mornin'

Got more words than a thesaurus

Beat the block, $50 for a quarter

$85 if you wanna owe me

Bottles poppin' she in the motion

Might buy a AK, dip it in gold

To match my Rolly, TRVP never worry

My wrist ice cold, daily certain

Juugs know that I'm workin

(Pull up on ya like John Wick, Pull up on ya like John Wick x2)