[Intro: Lil Bean]

Oh, story of the-, me

Oh ohh (Tuned Up)

[Verse 1: Lil Bean]

I say I gotta live a little, niggas die a lot

That's why I copped the foreign car, comin' off the lot (Skrt)

Collect call, she was with us when we were on the yacht (Yeah)

Shit, all year 'round, I'm sendin' green dots (Fact)

Pay attention to my lyrics, you can understand

Ain't about who keep stick, it's 'bout the upper hand

I swear I love my brother life, right now we bumpin' heads

Came too far to stop now, I need a couple M's

Why you act like you don't know, we shared a couple beds

I can't put my pride down, I'm still a knucklehead

I gotta know you down for us, 'fore you buckle in

Nigga you don't fuck with me, if you fuck with them

I got niggas shooting shots like they love the gym, huh

Everybody think they Pac, from up by the rim

Niggas really bitch made, yeah you one of them

Every time I'm on the 'net, it's another blimp

[Chorus: Lil Bean]

Niggas they ain't gang, they ain't with these mob ties, huh

I miss 'cuz Porsche, when he had the frog eyes

Was on a jail call when I heard my dawg died, huh

Yelling fuck them niggas, yeah, they can all die, huh

I'm with all my dogs, we gon' bite 'em all out, huh

We don't check the tag, baby, we gon' ball out

Couple thugs missing, free 'em out the dog pound

Don't deal with fake love, I'd rather we just fall out

[Verse 2: Jackboy]

I'm riding with a pistol, 'cause they say the good die young

And the thugs die a lil bit younger

I gotta stay focused, can't let no nigga take me under

My Glock got a titty, it got me soundin' like a drummer

I came in here with it, ever since I was a jit, I had the digits

I failed a million times, nobody taught me how to get it

I failed a million times, I never gave up on the grind

Felt like anything you could hustle for, I needed to make it mines

Can't waste no time, I'm off chill 24/7

Still sellin' gas, trap bumpin' like 7/11

I finally ran it up, I drove off the lot with a Lamb'

I finally ran it up, for them nights I was going in

I pay to win, I'm going hard, I can't lose

Steppin' in designer, got blood on my Jimmy Choos

These niggas ain't really real, they just be fakin' like they gang

If it's ever a situation, I'mma be the first nigga to bang

[Chorus: Lil Bean]

Niggas they ain't gang, they ain't with these mob ties, huh

I miss 'cuz Porsche, when he had the frog eyes

Was on a jail call when I heard my dawg died, huh

Yelling fuck them niggas, yeah, they can all die, huh

I'm with all my dogs, we gon' bite 'em all out, huh

We don't check the tag, baby, we gon' ball out

Couple thugs missing, free 'em out the dog pound

Don't deal with fake love, I'd rather we just fall out