[Chorus: Lil Twist]

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks (x3)

Where's my paper? Where's my checks?

Whip the shit good, all my niggas pyrex

[Verse 1: Lil Twist]

Papa taught me well, mama pots on the stove

Told me whip the shit good, and don't touch it till it's bold

I remember being a youngin, like seven years old

Jumped off the porch early, them block corners got cold

Listen to me, all this money in my sock

Young Money, watching pops serve the block

And I ain't saying that I moved the rock

I'm just saying that I learned a lot

Like how to clean up and load a Glock

Or how to sit in the car and watch the clock

And bird call if I see the cops

Y'all ain't hearing me though but fearing me though

In this black suburban bumpin' The L.O.X

Like here I come, ready or not, ah!

"Where you goin'?" On my way to the top

Mothafucka, I'm just building a knot, off Hen and Ciroc

Bandana round my head like Pac

My whole team strapped up like S.W.A.T

I wish you would think this shit was a prop

Reload, click clack, pow pow

I'll shoot this bitch till it stop on my YG shit

Out in L.A. with tree top, Blood

Still serving that Pete Rock, ugh

We got guns that go biggity-biggity like a Doug E. Fresh beatbox

Put ya flick on your shirt and ya brain in a meat shop

(Ugh, now let that marinate, bitch)

Talking flatlining, no soul like Rozay and Reebok

This is real as it get when I'm goin' at they neck, muhfucka

[Chorus: Lil Twist]

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks (x3)

Where's my paper? Where's my checks?

Whip the shit good, all my niggas pyrex

[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]

We pitch ya string like Ricky

Crotona Park, put him in the lake like Ricky

Rob a nigga for kicks, leave ya chick

Assed out over some J's like Nicki

My bitch coffee, I got a lotta Coolatta

She watch kids but I'm not a new dada

I am not a new dollar - for your sake, just know

I wouldn't give two fucks, I'm not a koala

Who wanna [?] through the [?]

The Gala [?] murder tr-ain and tr-ack

And follow his parlor, then I'm right up beside her

Beside her, [?], [?] the vert

Then from the vert the fire the other side because I got OCD

A lotta niggas think they do but don't nobody really know CG

I keep it ghostly, G, thinking it's cool, tryn' approach me, G

I'll leave a nigga with a toasty tee

Battery and your battle need a charge

Hopefully, you got a life like [?]

My flow re-re, you ain't on the shit that Cory read

Like I don't even let the story breathe, I kill 'em all Twizzy

Anybody fuck with you, my bullets they will all receive

Because if Cor get teased, it's corporate fees

The [?] get squeezed, this coffins pleads in court TV

We at they motherfuckin' neck

Same goes to anybody on they fuckin' set

Tryin' anybody in my fuckin' set

Fuck you think Tune put me down for? - to motherfuckin' wreck

YMCMB, Militia Gang bang

Nigga, chang blang, thang rang, nigga, brain hang

Got your main on my dang-dang, playing sucka

I'mma snuff her if she give me wang fang

This shit ain't a game, mane

[Chorus: Lil Twist]

We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks (x3)

Where's my paper? Where's my checks?

Whip the shit good, all my niggas pyrex