[Intro: (collect call) Mel Floxks, Que Chapo]

Yo, yo, B you talking to Eazy B, man BHG shit man, you heard man, you know niggas be home soon, real talk you heard

You know, NYBBA shit

NYBBA, All Day Every Day, nigga

Grrtt, Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang

Que Chapo, What Up Mel

Aye TouchMoney, Aye TouchMoney, Aye

Free all the guys, Turn this one up man

[Verse 1: Que Chapo]

Some of you niggas I laugh at and some of y’all I can't get mad at

You say you a shooter, I’m past that, I’m doing a drill in a dad hat

You talking about money but where's your money I'll pop out with blicky's and blast that

Ty50 be with me, send shots out the 50 with hella Glocks boy you can’t have that

Stop wasting my time, I know shawty fine but I'm trying to be where the bag at

Ship, faced, I dip and I dab that, loud my the zip you can’t match that

I be with some Floxks, I be with some Blixkys, I be with some Primes, I be with some Billies

Turnt off the Henny, no chaser, .380 combat with a laser

If she don't give the throat I'll replace her, Then it's back to the R, roll an eighth up

Never move shady bout paper, got off my ass imma take her

And I'm going back to back like a Laker, Don’t do the swishers, need paper

Bands on your head imma take it, TouchMoney up next, boy face it

Swear that you niggas is basic, Lawyers paid, beat them cases

Old 100s looking ancient, Zoe’in shit but I’m not Haitian (I’m not Haitian)

Taking risks, paper chasing, Remember we trapped in the basement

Now it's 2 grams of the dope what I'm facing, All of you niggas is basic

[Verse 2: Mel Floxks]

My niggas we do this, my niggas will shoot, see y’all niggas own guns but don’t use ‘em

See the opps and we scoring, don’t do the talking stay putting opps in a coffin (mandown, mandown)

He thought he was tough, till my niggas ran up, if we like what he have, its extortion

On the hills for a scene, we got .30s and beams, better walk up the block with some caution

You pull up, you’ll get wet and that’s word to the set, said my niggas ain’t taking no losses

And she all on my dick ‘cause she heard I got chips, wanna fuck me and suck in the morning

Why these niggas always switching sides, If you're in the middle, better pick a side

If you jack the opps, than you is an opp, I’ll hit your ass when I’m coming by

I’ll slide through your block in an Aston (skrrt), Stop chasing a thot like you Pac-Man

If you say the wrong thing, get to clappin, No remorse, I be walking up, laughing

Boy when I blow the Blicky, he running like Ricky, no shotgun I’m using a fifth

Counting 100s and 50s, can't miss opportunities, I’m loving the life that I live, (Gang!)