[Verse 1: Scrapp Deleon]

What up bitches?

What up Dolla, what up streets?

It's the gang mothafucka

They call me s.d. hundred in the neck piece

Million in the safe same place where the tec be

If you try to test me, bet I bring the number too

Leave ya body stankin like someone took a number two

On the block I'm popular, homie ain't no stoppin a

Do a drive by in the phantom of the opera

When it doubt, burner out turn into a slaughter house

I done seen niggas die just over a quarter ounce

I'm the man of every fiend all bcus of word of mouth

I got the best shit sell it for the lesses

All you long tounge fiends now where your ex's

Take over this trap, on to the next one

Shoot thanks to Dolla and the burner might get one

Dealers know what that is, hit with tmy gattis

Copes tryna cuff me so I shot them with they badges

I don't need a camera, I be about that action

I Can read you fony niggas I dont need no captions

Spread bread through my circle, great with my fractions

I Be out Relaxin, Bitch an accent

Comment-t'allez vous? Tres bien. Whatever that means

[Verse 2: Dolla]

They call me dolla bill still will

Kill at my own will

Niggas flow holy like im rapping with the lord here

Thats right we all here

Had to play my cards here

Went against the odds and said fuck it

We gon ball here

Aww yea the laws here

But we dont give a dog here

Kicked us off the bus

We said fuck it

We gon jogg there

Now we here all year

Niggas living large here

Dont lay on that bed scrap i just put the minaj there

Corner made now we paid

Foreign and garage here

Nigga getting started but im already in 3rd gear

Motha fuck the pop charts imma keep the hood here

You can check my backround forever ill b good there

Sood her never budge till i made a knock there

Never scared never was

Even got shot there

Cried tears late night

Damn I Need my pops here

Call the cops them niggas spooked

They dont even stop here

Move to another block, bout to set up shop there

Come through with the AK's run em niggas outta here

You work for me, you coursin me?

Heard you still work for me

Blow a nigga top off it's open brain surgery

Ridin with the top off, open brain surgery

This is an emergency I'm sicker than the S.T.D

Better check your bitch boy, eyes keep undressin me

I gotta keep a tec with me, bulletproof vest with me

Ballin on these niggas like a mothafuckin athlete

Streets comin after me, Gang nigga we in charge

One was pissed off, you gone stay up outta bardge

Double R it's back to back, fuckin bitches back to back

Niggas constipated I just shitted on a nigga track

5 pack I sell a pack then I buy another pack

Sit on my ass all day I watch the money stack

Rob a rapper by his chain and make him buy his shit back

Huh-ah youknowhatimtalkinbout

They call me Dolla bill

If I ain't the best nigga doin it

Who the fuck is, knowimsayin

You better check your bitch boy cus I think she like me knowhatimtalkinbout

I Got my eyes on the prize they call me Dolla bill hoe

If the game ain't straight, get it straight

You ain't choosing light you ain't choosing right

Check it respect it and then correct it bitch

Youknowhatimtalkinbout Shabazz we this mothafucka