[Verse 1: Mike Dimes]

Liability to be obstacles of niggas doubtin' me

This the mission to get commission from just bein' prophecy

Cop designer for the whole family, I hope they proud of me

Who is hot as me? The only nigga who fit outside the scene

[Chorus: Mike Dimes]

Boy, we rollin' with the doors up, H-Town, slow up

Blow money when we blow up, there's dirty in this foam cup

Just keepin' my composure, the land of holy snake ways

Dap you up, then snatch you up, land of holy fake ways

We smokin' with the same gang

[Verse 2: Mike Dimes]

Cinco, where you at? Prolly in the back

David got the business, I know he gon' handle that

With Khalief, boy, you best believe, got a deadly team

If I got the vision all they gotta do is count on me

That's a fact, I just pulled up to the jet

That's the apple, nigga, wrote this up in Audiomack

Up in sixty tryna bring a couple shorties to the backroom

Show me somethin' good, treat your mouth like a vacuum

Hoes got a attitude, bitch, fix your gratitude

Finna hit a function, don't be actin' like we mad at you

We just tryna vibe, this my last night in the city

If we ain't fuckin', I don't see the point of fuckin' with you

[Chorus: Mike Dimes]

Boy, we rollin' with the doors up, H-Town, slow up

Blow money when we blow up, there's dirty in this foam cup

Just keepin' my composure, the land of holy snake ways

Dap you up, then snatch you up, land of holy fake ways

We smokin' with the same gang

[Verse 3: Zay3k]

I look at extended hands while I be saggin' my pants, and, uh

Friends turned to fam', and, uh, fam' turned to feds

And hella roam up, bitch, all they know is roll up, with poles up

And no, I don't feel bad because they smoked ya

'Member I was rappin', niggas ain't even show no love

How you say your dick hot, but I was there, you froze up?

You average, make the gang embarrassed

I used to pop wheelies for real, bitch, I ain't talkin' ferris

Then I met my nigga Mike, brother from a past life

I told my nigga, "Hold, this nothin'," then he took my advice

We turned to some evil mixed with good, twin who rap nice

Ever since, been with the same gang and that's a fact, right

[Chorus: Mike Dimes]

Boy, we rollin' with the doors up, H-Town, slow up

Blow money when we blow up, there's dirty in this foam cup

Just keepin' my composure, the land of holy snake ways

Dap you up, then snatch you up, land of holy fake ways

We smokin' with the same gang

[Outro: Zay3k]

What? Lil' nigga, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We smokin' with the same gang, nigga, yeah, hol' up, uh