[Intro]

(Chevi Music)

[Verse 1: Calboy]

Ayy, you might lose your life if we come jumpin' out minivans

My lil' bro a striker, he gon' spin his block like ceiling fan

How he earn his stripes? He fake his life and post it on the 'Gram

I can't give no ho a dollar, I for sure won't give a damn

I been movin' dolo, I been duckin' from the cameras

We was like fifteen when we sent bullets out a Camry

Got it out the mud, bitch, I got rich, now they can't stand me

I can't get up with oppositions, we gon' get that nigga's family

Ayy, you wasn't in the trap when niggas was down, then I can't help with shit

Better watch your mouth, these bullets hot, watch niggas melt and shit

Mention me, you killed you and your brother, that's a selfish act

We won't hesitate, you say my name and get the belt for that

[Chorus: Calboy & Skilla Baby]

And we still pop out on gang time

I'm on the E-way with this bitch, she throwin' up gang signs

Oh, this your bitch? She gave me brain, she got a great mind

I'm drippy, drippy, fly as fuck, bitch, I got hangtime

These niggas pussy, swear I heard that through the grapevine

I'll probably buy a bitch a bag, that's if she stay down

These bitches be lookin' for a nigga like me, can't show what they found

I never thought Lil J'd leave, nobody safe now (Nah, for real)

If they don't get down, make 'em lay down, duh (Huh?)

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]

Pop up on 'em with them switches, we pull up in minutes

My lil' brother, he a menace, he put belt to bitches

My nigga 'bout to get his sentence, come home to a ticket

I'm a superstar, I'm still sellin' Percs to the gremlins (Huh?)

Rap need me, I got the morale for it (Got the morale for it)

My garage full of Scat Packs and Lam' toys

Man, I used to slap smack, let's get it back goin' (Let's get it back goin')

Man, these niggas envy me like I'm Calboy (Huh?)

I really can't believe I rap, I used to pack crack

My opps better duck or get insurance on 'em, Aflac

I'ma have to pass on givin' passes, 'cause we past that ('Cause we past that)

Every time I see them niggas out, they gettin' fapped at

[Chorus: Calboy]

And we still pop out on gang time

I'm on the E-way with this bitch, she throwin' up gang signs

Oh, this your bitch? She gave me brain, she got a great mind

I'm drippy, drippy, fly as fuck, bitch, I got hangtime

These niggas pussy, swear I heard that through the grapevine

I'll probably buy a bitch a bag, that's if she stay down

These bitches be lookin' for a nigga like me, can't show what they found

I never thought Lil J'd leave, nobody safe now

If they don't get down, make 'em lay down, duh

[Outro: Calboy]

And we still pop out on gang time

I'm on the E-way with this bitch, she throwin' up gang signs

Oh, this your bitch? She gave me brain, she got a great mind

I'm drippy, drippy, fly as fuck, bitch, I got hangtime