[Verse 1: Dubee AKA Sugawolf]

I am a breadhead, chasin' cheddar just like Beretta, chasin' outlaws

I be shcemin' up on some green, that's what I'm bout, y'all

Me gon get it and represent it, major clout, y'all

Niggas feenin' so they gon get it all around, y'all

Turf hood and varvio, whatever you call it

Ballin', u-haulin' niggas in it for dough, New York to the Sco, ho

We on tippies, gon floss, but pimp these niggas, we go

Like an eagle up on G-Status, I can't free load

Stackin' scruples, no longer pupils, and see we know

Ride the script and stack up some chips like up in Reno

We be hundred percent all in, gotta get six digits

No smidges bout bitches constantly pitching, monkey wrench hoes

Made for servin', I leave em hurtin' on my tip toes

Still be perkin', lurkin' like murk em, tryna rail road

Playas, hustlas, up in them bustas, niggy hell no

Ghetto rustlers and even tusslas gon get dissed, ho

But niggy squares though

Gotta have some bark to take part up in this mail dough

Stick to the script like velcro

I use my witness to stack a minute and get the hell on

And get my bail on

[Chorus: Que]

It be the one eight seven killers, shoot em up with a millimeter

Me hustlin' on the block, me neighbors smokin' up on that reefer

Me comin' down under the creeper

With a mini-mac tip, no grin on the face of the victim

Get em, leave em in the back of the truck, me left him body bleeding

Me left him body bleeding, me left him body bleeding

Me left him body bleeding, quit your blood clot cryin'

[Verse 2: Dubee AKA Sugawolf]

Now in this game, mayne

I be pimpin', slivin' relentless, tryna maintain

Bout my business but I ain't finished, ain't no lame brains

Boy, I'm scripted, but so deceptive, just a straight blade

See, real niggas, they get uplifted, see I'm scripted, consistent

Gon stick to the script while I'm in this business

Track up and rack up and stack up six-figure digits

Relentless hustlas be the pirate type

Cutthroat nigga with a knife on the rifle

Creep through the door on the silent night

Murph me, nigga, not grindin' right

Had to find a light, yeah, that's right

Push me a sack of that kryptonite

Never spit a pimp street to a blade

Hogging, the dogging on the green street, mayne

Gotta get paid when the bitch get played

Pimp niggas be on the DL

Creepin' and sneakin' and seekin' for duckets

Now how you breathin', I be heaving in this game

And I rain on these niggas like el ninjo

I'm doin' my thang, tryna get bigger, so you see, folks

It's bout that fetti, gotta get it in chunks

Somethin' to keep me over the humps

So I'm servin' them in clumps, nigga

[Chorus: Que]

It be the one eight seven killers, shoot em up with a millimeter

Me hustlin' on the block, me neighbors smokin' up on that reefer

Me comin' down under the creeper

With a mini-mac tip, no grin on the face of the victim

Get em, leave em in the back of the truck, me left him body bleeding

Me left him body bleeding, me left him body bleeding

Me left him body bleeding, quit your blood clot cryin'

[Verse 3: Dubee AKA Sugawolf]

Now I be rugged but folks be buggin'

Got niggas tuggin' on my coattail

They be teaming, I represent it, gettin' mo mail

Chasin' spinach from start to finish

When it's time to get paid, I raid like the rollers

Flip the menace in this game, mayne

Play my part and can't let my heart pump out no Kool-Aid

Boy, I'm scripted, can't be shifted, thought you knew, mayne

I'm just that playa that's bonafide, straight up out that B-A-Y

Suckas and bustas still gon try but I ain't worried

You catch a flurry

From heat to the hours, got some killas on this payroll

If it's a problem holla Five Thrifty Five, backed by the Country Club

From the Ave to the Strip, chasin' the grip

Gotta get it in chunks, we bring the funk

East to West, puttin' it all to the test

I'm just a monsta mayne with game

And still finesse, so God bless

These niggas up on the Crest searchin' for scruples

Tryna up with my personal status

[Chorus: Que]

It be the one eight seven killers, shoot em up with a millimeter

Me hustlin' on the block, me neighbors smokin' up on that reefer

Me comin' down under the creeper

With a mini-mac tip, no grin on the face of the victim

Get em, leave em in the back of the truck, me left him body bleeding

Me left him body bleeding, me left him body bleeding

Me left him body bleeding, quit your blood clot cryin'