[Intro: D Savage]

(Howdy, 5heriff, what's new in the prairie?)

Uh, ayy

Oh-ah, hey, hey, ayy, hey, ayy, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: D Savage]

Oh-ah, hey, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, hey

Oh-ah, hey, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: D Savage]

These niggas really not with me (Oh-ah)

Got a new strap, you know it hold fifty (Oh-ah)

12 tryna get me, I'm fifty-one fifty (Oh-ah)

Feeling like Belly when I'm in my city (Yeah)

Walk a nigga down, show him no pity (Oh-ah)

In the trap smoking on Runtz 'til I'm dizzy (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Candy Paint & D Savage]

Throw me them racks, I might come to your city

We smoke out the P like the pack smell pissy (Mmm, mmm)

I can get the top, but the ho can't kiss me

She sucking while I'm driving, fuck around, start drifting (Mmm)

He came with the swag like the lil' nigga gifted

Spend a couple racks, get it back, no biggie (Mmm, mmm)

It's too many hoes and a nigga too picky (Frrt)

It's some feelings I pour in this cup

Play with the gang and they sending you up (Uh-ah)

If he ain't us, we ain't showing no love (Uh)

Backends on the road, doing shows every month

I got that swag when I jump on the beat

Walk in the bank, all you hear is a beep

When the pressure fold, who the fuck I'm gon' count on?

I'm going crazy, finna jump out the Styrofoam

She giving top all day, now her mind blown

Panoramic roof, hit the corner, start sliding the coupe (Skrrt)

Fifty racks stuffed in the shoebox

We never lacking, hope you not (Hey, hey)

Better keep your head up, no 2Pac

[Pre-Chorus: D Savage]

Oh-ah, hey, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, hey

Oh-ah, hey, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: D Savage]

These niggas really not with me (Oh-ah)

Got a new strap, you know it hold fifty (Oh-ah)

12 tryna get me, I'm fifty-one fifty (Oh-ah)

Feeling like Belly when I'm in my city (Yeah)

Walk a nigga down, show him no pity (Oh-ah)

In the trap smoking on Runtz 'til I'm dizzy (Phew, yeah)

[Verse 2: D Savage]

We the young niggas that's running the town

If I catch an opp, then I'm gunning him down

You say you the plug, we taking him down

We don't show no love, these niggas is clowns

I just told Candy that we up next

I got some Xannies, but they ain't pressed

I got some hating niggas upset

But wait 'til they see me jump off a jet

I'ma fuck 'em up when I jump in the coupe

Lil' bitch choosing, keep looking at my jewels

Sipping on syrup, sipping on juice

Life, still it hurt, I can't lose

I done been hurt, I done been used

So I gotta watch how I move

All these racks up in my bank (Yeah)

Niggas told me that I can't (Yeah)

Ran into my ex-bitch with my new bitch and it look like she gon' faint (Dumb bitch)

Pour another deuce and roll a blunt so I could think (On God)

Don't you say you love me, you not my brother, niggas fake (Snakes)