[Intro]

Man, y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on, man

From the Charged Up to the Brothers Over Money, man

[Verse 1: BOM Mar Escobar]

Niggas is hoes, ain't gotta speak on it

Bro got some work, that boy do scams and put his feet on it

Why you talk about some shit if you don't really be on it?

40 said we 'bout to get a brick and put a three on it

I'm on Coney grabbin' lamb chops

It's funny how a lot of bitches sick I got the bag now

Crazy I was with 'em tryna get up, but was assed out

They like, "Why you walk outside the crib with all that cash out?"

Whole time, I ain't even got it all on me

Brodie said he need the pape' so I met him at the Coney

I might be a little late, had to bump into my homie

You niggas ain't never got pape' and that shit blow me

A nigga better not owe me or he gon' get blew

I was waitin' on the line, you was in line for a shoe

Heard he talkin' crazy, I hear brodie lyin', now he through

You the type to talk cash shit online, you a goof

[Verse 2: BOM Drew]

Oh, he worried 'cause he heard we got them straps too

That boy should've kept hoopin', that shit was wack too

Sendin' shots through your mans, go get him whacked too

Ride with thirty-three extensions longer than Shaq shoe

Niggas braggin' 'bout some shit I went and spent on a chain

Ballin' like Ginóbili, I'll put a dub on your brain

See me in dripped in Off-White, she fell in love with the 'caine

He see me doin' shit he can't do 'cause he lame

Took some money to the lawyer case a nigga try me

My brodie rollin' off the pill, he down to catch a homi'

Like a trust fall nigga, I'm down to catch a body

If I shoot a nigga, know my niggas right behind me

[Verse 3: BOM DJ]

White and rose, rose and white, and all rose gold

Mar copped the Off-White, now all the bros froze

Keep her out the kitchen, she done left the stove on

Drew callin' and he askin' what the hoes on

After we leave the stu', we pickin' Mar chain up

Reach for one of these, he gon' have to pick his brains up

Niggas rockin' jubilees, get your change up

Keep a nine on me, I ain't never got my chain took

Forty in your stash, I spent that on a presi'

Would've wore it to the stu', but that bitch be gettin' heavy

If I pass the ball to Drew, he gon' shoot it with no hesi'

Nigga, I be in them banks every day like I'm Desi

[Verse 4: The Godfather]

Yeah, they fucked up when they let me get a stick in my possession

I be in the city with baby Drac' on me, come and catch me

I don't know the last time I left the crib without my weapon

Bring out twenty racks in all dubs, this shit be gettin' messy

See this chain, I dare you reach for it, you leavin' on a stretcher

Think the feds on me, I pray every day they never catch me

In the club spillin' drank on all the couches in the section

Free my nigga Baby J, he was quick to come and press you

Take the fully chop and bring the fully Glock, applyin' pressure

Watch me stand over the body and just empty out my weapon

Crack a seal on the pint, pour it up, we ain't gon' measure it

My nigga doin' life in the can 'cause he ain't tell 'em shit

[Verse 5: OnFully]

Run up you, chopper snatch your waist just like a BBL

Last time I checked, we upped the score, need a PDL

Make your lil' bitch suck my dick, I don't gotta reveal

Wrap this shit up and shoot it out, catch it in the mail

Know we on the tour actin' dumb, leave you on the map

In the street hustlin', she got it on my fitted cap

Twitter fingers get your ass killed, don't do the internet

Reachin', leave his noodles on the curb, that nigga look a mess

You Johnny Test-ass niggas still ain't catch a body yet

187, put the club on crime, know the rest

Speedin' so fast, two hundred on the dash, a heart attack

I know it's good to look like money, where your money at?

Out in Cali with them B's lookin' for where honey at

When I pop out, niggas know I got my gun, what kinda shit is that?

Ten milli', order twenty-three, call them bitches mix and match

Stop actin' like we ain't hit that lil' ho, she know we been in that

[Verse 6: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]

I'm only gon' rap about some shit if it really happened

Man, how the fuck we out here hidin'? We keep on catchin' y'all in traffic

Baby J, he been done shot the wrong nigga, man, he a savage

Even my mama know we find out where they at, they gon' get it brackin'

They on some bullshit

Quit hoopin' and now my highlights on a news clip

Shootin' jumpers, don't try to walk up on Wack Jumper on no cool shit

I don't play with these niggas, I'm always down to use my blick

Even the youngest nigga I be with ride around with him a four-fifth

I fucked the OG niggas' dream up, think about

I got guns like T.I., get on that tip, I bring 'em out

They gave my nigga J-Mo ten, I can't wait 'til he get out

Man, while I'm talkin' 'bout him, he probably got the blick on him right now

The hood can't believe I rap 'cause they done seen me pop niggas

I'm still gon' shoot his ass when I see him again, this shit don't stop, nigga

Nigga, Brandon Jennings, rookie of the year, drop off a light fifty

You wanna beef with us because we popped your mans, we gon' send you with him

[Outro]

Hide your bitch and keep a blick

Y'all know what the fuck goin' on