[Intro]

DamJonboi

Big SB, you hear me?

Gang

What up D?

Aye T fuck these niggas

It's up there

[Verse 1: DamjonBoi]

Niggas talking down on gang, get his life took

Get his wife fucked, heard you out here with your ice tucked

I ain’t never had shit for real that's why I like to brag

In the set by myself with twenty in a Nike bag

Nigga don't ask me ’bout to no hoes 'cause I'ma hoe you

On some real I'm up a hunnid' I can show you

Nigga look at the D the wrong way somebody gon' blow you

I could tell you boys ain't stacking, let me show you

Got a phone call, I heard them boys want war

It's gonna be kinda easy, all them niggas poor

Fell in love with chop strapped the drum on that bitch

Big crib with a Mercedes parked in front of that bitch

[Verse 2: FMB Dz]

Hold on, who these niggas said they speaking on?

Get ’em peter rolled, in the coupe with my wife beater on

Bitches hitting the phone negging me that jit won’t leave me alone

You looking for a loan, I got work bitch I could put you on

You looking for some bow's, pull yourself bitch I might drop a load

Brody from the zone, I was born and raised off Plymouth road

Doing bitches bold, you fuck with who? I heard that nigga told

You ain’t never slid, rapping bout she you ain't never did

[Verse 3: Rio Da Young OG]

I'm in Detroit by myself with a forty on me and a .40 on me

Bet a nigga won't take nothing from me

A nigga tried to rob me then he died, story over

6.2 super charged motor extra blower on it

Aye Jonboi lace me up I need a beat pack

Pop a nigga while he rapping we gon’ keep that as a beat tag

Car cost eighty racks ain't come with shit but a key pad

Drunk a twelve and took a couple 30s went to sleep fast

I'm a Flint nigga but I'm certified on the East Side

And the West Side, thirty hanging out the TEC-9

You be kissing all yo' hoes in the mouth, I don't respect mine

You ain't caught a body yet and I just caught a nigga slipping it's the seventh time

[Verse 4: Eastside Reup]

I'm in the zone with all killers wish you would try me

I run the mob, niggas look at me like John Gotti

What's in my bag? Bitch I got like 20 bands probably

This dog neat but I keep all of my rolls sloppy

I'm lowkey off in this rental, let your hoe top me

Don't play about this cheese, nigga I want all the brocoli

I'm in my bag, heavy pressed, can't let a nigga stop me

I turn around for fast money now the feds watching

'Bout a hundred in this room when its me and Ri

Add another two when you add Jonboi and D

I switched my style up five times, niggas still copy

Add five lines in this pop this shit gon have me knocking