[Chorus: Lil Jerry]

Only hang 'round the bosses

You come around to the spot, boy, you better be cautious

I ain't new to this shit, you could go ask about me

All juggs, man, I never been nauseous

Get this cake, ain't no opp shit, we servin' out [?]

I ain't talkin' that [?]

[?]

Only hang 'round the bosses

You come around to the spot, boy, you better be cautious

I ain't new to this shit, you could go ask about me

All juggs, man, I never been nauseous

Get this cake, ain't no opp shit, we servin' out [?]

I ain't talkin' that [?]

[?]

[Verse 1: Lil Jerry]

Got a .223 when I slide through

Got killers with me when I ride, too

Ride heat in my hood, we is not cool

Gettin' drop all day if I want to

And if you with yo' dawg, hе get whacked too

[?] with them shootеrs, know we bustin' Rugers

That youngin' blew his when he had to

That youngin' hit some' when he had to

And the young niggas tap all on me

I ain't trip, but I know I'm the hottest to be

Gettin' ten out these twenty-four shots in this K

I ain't missin', I'm hittin' my three

Trap boy, know I'm fuckin' with dread opps

Play, they gon' lay, we gon' leave 'em deceased

First, in life, I ain't know what to do, man

They said it was over but I disagreed

Man, I know what he on, I know he ain't blowin'

That lil' nigga jokin' around

He ain't catchin' no bodies, never hit nobody

That shit that he rappin' be cap

When I slide, I'ma sit on that window and cut off the lights

And I spray with the MAC

Man, I'm tired of shootin' y'all shit

The next time that they slide, I'ma leave them both flat

When it's smoke, I'ma whack me a nigga

Straight by the back, I toe-tag me a hitta

Huh? Toe-tag me a hitta, too much money on him, boy

Too many guns in here, boy, [?]

[Chorus: Lil Jerry]

Only hang 'round the bosses

You come around to the spot, boy, you better be cautious

I ain't new to this shit, you could go ask about me

All juggs, man, I never been nauseous

Get this cake, ain't no opp shit, we servin' out [?]

I ain't talkin' that [?]

[?]

Only hang 'round the bosses

You come around to the spot, boy, you better be cautious

I ain't new to this shit, you could go ask about me

All juggs, man, I never been nauseous

Get this cake, ain't no opp shit, we servin' out [?]

I ain't talkin' that [?]

[?]

[Verse 2: TrapboyDre10k]

Ayy, 5.56, and them 7.62s

Every chop I post, I done shot it before

Me and Lil Jerry pop out with that fifty-round drum

It attack when we get in real close

Can throw her some racks but I don't wanna fuck

'Cause I'm hot in that bitch, now she doin' the most

So many souls in the smoke I'm inhalin'

I think I been trippin' and talkin' to ghosts

I been stuck in the trap, servin' big, gettin' bands

Youngin' nigga, wake up with that shit on my feet

It's a blessing, like damn, if I didn't have P's

I'd be takin' shit down, thinkin', "Where would I be?"

I could sign me a deal like today, I'ma still have it on me

Forever, I'm stuck in the streets

[?] I'm comin', shoot up the whole function

I got me a mask so nobody can see

Step on the opps like a doormat

Throwin' this shit in they face, when I pull it out, it's on

'Stang in the rearview, not lookin' for opps

But I'm lookin' for [?], tryna make it back home

Bitch suckin' dick while I'm callin'

I told her hold on, but she kept eatin' dick on the phone

Just know I ain't missin', ain't leavin' no witness

I'm hittin' your head like a motherfuckin' comb

A lot of possession cases, just know trappin' ain't dead for shit

You get you some P's, you gon' smoke it

I get me some P's, bust it down and I'm sellin' it

I'm not goin' be tryna go jail when the laws get involved

[?] nigga tellin' shit

Ain't no rats in this [?], we gon' tell y'all to go

She been dissin', I can't wait to kill this bitch

[Outro: TrapboyDre10k & Lil Jerry]

Too many shot, it was too many hit

I'm thinkin' nobody gon' live

Now the fuck nigga dead

And his ass caught a lot to the head

'Cause he shot at my crib

[?]