[Intro: Max B]

Summertime shit here, man

Let's do it, uh

[Chorus: Max B]

I was doing crime, barely getting by

And a nigga was always stressing

We was doing time, mama getting high

A nigga life was so depressing (So depressing)

Now we indeed, rolling overseas

And I hope these trees don't get us arrested

We getting right, living out our life

And the music is so refreshing

[Verse 1: Max B]

I keep the millionaires feasting and the engineers beasting

Like Biggavel, where the fuck you been?

I can serenade in streets in my plush new Benz (Come on)

Spreads your walls out, let me cum through them

Mama, the boy don't go 'cause he's thirty

He look about twenty-one, but he at least thirty

Anything I want, I can get when I need it

Chickens love slurping on my dick, come and beat it

Left home without that toasty

Almost caught a slug, go get your camera, come record a thug

Moms came to cop and I sold her drugs

Coke in a cookie jar, fizzle up, something like soda does

Picture rap game without Biggavel, you fucks couldn't make it

You hot bitch, come to get naked

Lookin' like you spent a couple a bucks for his bracelet

Sizzurp in the Grand cru straight, never chase it

[Chorus: Max B]

I was doing crime, barely getting by

And a nigga was always stressing

We was doing time, mama getting high

A nigga life was so depressing (So depressing)

Now we indeed rolling overseas

And I hope these trees don't get us arrested

We getting right, living out our life

And the music is so refreshing

[Verse 2: Mel Matrix]

I came a long way from posting in hallways (Getting money)

Niggas smoking purple while they pushing that raw yay (Pushing packs, nigga)

Mommy beefing 'bout my cutting cards

While I'm at my man crib steady cutting up the hard (I was foolish)

The D's already know my face

'Cause since a young comrade I been caught my case (Been caught my shit)

Back and forth to family court

And in that same court is where my family fought (Mommy, I'm sorry)

Mommy screaming, "Don't snatch my son away"

But I'm thinking to myself, "They tryn' snatch my guns away" (I was hard with it)

Now I'm off to juvie hall

But I'm built for this shit so a nigga having a ball (East side)

I got potential in this motherfucker

Eat a nigga food and wreck his dental in this motherfucker (Put it in, nigga)

A nigga known for doing what he do

So when he mention my name, niggas ain't have to say who (Mel Murda)

[Chorus: Max B]

I was doing crime, barely getting by

And a nigga was always stressing

We was doing time, mama getting high

A nigga life was so depressing (So depressing)

Now we indeed rolling overseas

And I hope these trees don't get us arrested

We getting right, living out our life

And the music is so refreshing

[Verse 3: Stack Bundles]

Come on, I ain't shit, but mama first one, poppa worst one

Had to walk the straight line, tryna go to work from

Had a little 9 to 5, but that shit ain't work long (Nah)

Needed a shortcut, had to get my money longer

Hustler was born, Rayquan was his first name (For real)

Always out of stock whenever that first came (Then what?)

Then the third came (Then what?), then them birds came (Damn)

Pop my cherry, no longer a virgin (Hah)

Wanted to be like pops with none of his faults (Nah)

Go as hard he did and never get caught (Han)

I was successful, ask about 'em (Yes, sir)

Far Rock niggas couldn't fill them apple bags without him (Nah)

Never sold a rock in my life with these hands (Not at all)

See his track records if they pull up their sleeves, fam (See)

The name Bundles and not by coincidence (Nah)

I had the trap for the scraps I'm getting in (Chee)

[Chorus: Max B]

I was doing crime, barely getting by

And a nigga was always stressing

We was doing time, mama getting high

A nigga life was so depressing (So depressing)

Now we indeed rolling overseas

And I hope these trees don't get us arrested

We getting right, living out our life

And the music is so refreshing