[Intro: Fat Trel]

(Banger)

Yeah, I can't wait

(HB)

Okay, so

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]

I’m one of the realest, I'm one of the illest

Just got a new check, and I fucked up the dealer

Got a new bitch, and I bought her chinchilla

Kissin' my neck, and her pussy vanilla

Cony these beats, and I’m probably a killer

Just copped a new house, and I'm ridin' with pillars

Gettin' money, then I'm probably with her

She bring a friend, and I probably hit her

In the back of the Bach, with a strap on my lap

Double cup, full of Act, I might have an attack

Fuck up my face, or get beat with the strap

Play with my pay, I pull up with a MAC

Its me and lil Tate, with a Drac', on the map

Your sisters are mice, and your daddy a rat

You writin' a statement, no takin' it back

Maybe you should’ve just stayed where you at

[Verse 2: Tate Kobang]

Northside shit, you don’t know what the fuck goin' on

Twenty-eight, twenty-eight, SB shit, nigga

Brrt, hello? Ayy

When you walk in my trap, come straight to the back

Put it straight on her plat’

Ronald McDonald, I'm straight with the MAC

Tryna make mama proud, put my face on the plaque

She sellin' pussy, its straight on the at

Still hittin' licks, I got plays on the at

I’m the one who put the city on the map

Dripin' designer, look good in the trap

Go home, niggas know what' s up, trap phone

Steady blowin' up, bad bitch, got her glowin' up

Lean in me, got me slowin' up

When you see me, I be flaggin', my nigga

Make a threat, we toe tag 'em, my nigga

Kill more, I be draggin', my nigga

Twitter talk, we body bag 'em, my nigga, yeah

[Verse 3: Fat Trel]

Yeah, I heard them niggas don't like us, huh

I wear the rep with the lipes, huh

I got some killers in Rikes, huh

I like to whip with no license, huh

Beat up the pot, like I'm Tyson, huh

I just went shoppin' at Tysons, huh

Trap out the trap 'cause I'm righteous, huh

I put my bitch on the bikes, huh

Role play, I put my dick on her Colgate

Bought her this ice, its stone-age

No win, indictment, my whole name

Told 'em I'm winnin', I'm feelin' it

And my lil new bitch an immigrant

Foot in that pussy, I'm killin' it

All of my young niggas militant

[Verse 4: Tate Kobang]

Huh, brrt, hello?

If I'm tryna collect, then, bitch, what you expect?

Ain't got my money, we straight at your neck

Know what I've been, like respect with the Tec

Fuck how you feel, I just keep shit in step

Be or be trippin', she just want a check

Bitch, keep the pussy, I just want the neck

Choppers on deck, so we don't wanna reck

Still in the trenches, don't ask where I'm at

I love them strippers, and I'm eatin' ass

We hittin' licks, and I'm keeping the gats

We slingin' stones in the house made of glass

Don't do no Gucci, no snakes in the grass

I love my city, I'm all that they have

Key swept the brick, 'cause we makin' it last

Don't bump your music, 'cause you niggas trash

Here for the moment and gone in a flash

I love my niggas, I give 'em my last

I dumped your wife, left that bitch in the past

Fuck with the baby, its still in the trash

Lovin' this muddy, she just do not clash

She put that wet pussy all on my 'stash

You fuck that bitch, she gon' give you a rash

I talked to my cousin straight through the glass

I'm here to kill you, I ain't wear no mask

[Outro: Tate Kobane]

See I don't think you niggas understand, right?

Haha, when I talk my shit, I talk my shit because I can talk my shit

You niggas can't 'cause you can't, you feel me?

I do 'cause I can

Who gon' test me, huh?

I say SB shit, ay, 20 gauge, shit, ay

Got a nigga bitch, and she suckin' on my dick, ay

Pass her through the clique, ay, hurricane wrist, ay

Ay, birck, ay, baby, call me "Hurricane Chris"

Brrt, hello?

Haha, that way