[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]

I heard them Team Eastside niggas falling off

My niggas all at work, y'all calling off

Hoes all on my dick, that I don't call it off

Call me all day, talking shit, til they come home to y'all

Me and [?] blowing keel, thinking 'bout a mill

Took my nigga [?] I think about him still

First nigga off the road, that was getting skrill

[?] talking pills, yeah, boy, this shit for real

All that dick sucking hating shit, how you feel?

Poured a pint last night, how you think I feel?

I love that cream, I'm a fiend, but I had the dream

Fuck a bitch til she fall asleep, then make her leave

The streets wanna hear that real, y'all make believe

Got so many pints in this bitch, they think we making lean

Gotta love me, being with me can only plug you

I gotta cut you, want the money, can nеver cuff you

I know the struggle, to makе it through, you gotta hustle

Watch niggas, they come around and take from you

[Verse 2: Nice]

Hard times will make a nigga want to ball harder

I'm tired of sitting on the block, I wanna fly charter

And since we talking 'bout cake talk, a pill trip to me is just a cakewalk

And I've been stunting like Cash Money, from back in the day

I was proud when [?] my whole sack in a day

Just left the hood, cutting up crack on a plate

Keep your scale at all times, when you handling weight

I keep a pistol for you fuck niggas

I'm a drug dealer, and I don't trust not one person

So I [?] nigga

Hood star, take the strap in the club with him

Treet niggas hang with niggas that'll plug niggas

I need an M, I want a [?] like Big Meech

I'm on my way, I play with keys like Swizz Beatz

[Verse 3: Webbo]

Lately, I've been feeling some type of way

The same niggas that be hating, smile in your face

The same niggas that you eate with will lead you on

I'm just tryna make some [?] and bring them home

Back and forth mode, [?] safe trips

Everyday my birthday, I make cake flips

I sware to God , can't wait til we get on

I seen a lot of bricks, I'm just tryna touch my own

[Verse 4: Peezy]

Yeah

Eh

Phone book full of drug numbers

304 area code, might be a plug number

Syrup Gang, bitch, clique full of drug runners

And them same hoes who used to chase can't get a hug from us

Eh, they tryna question if we breaking up

That ain't a question, my baby, we've just been saving up

Blowing money, like we signed to a label, bro

Sleeping on all you ho niggas, drinking Ace and up

Yeah, they ask me if I took them bus trips

You really think a nigga lieing make this much sense?

With no handouts, nigga, yeah, I'm self-made

Me and [?] count fourty thousand that I helped make

Glass over here, you niggas is plastic

Used to run with hustle boys, take trips with a passion

I can rock white buffalo, sit in the glass

Like I'ma cash these bitches, when I flip this bag

Realest niggas in the city, speak for the streets

Spraying lean in the air, so it can make it to [?]

Six Myle Chetter Grove, nigga, the same old street

Still fucking bad bitches, tryna stay low key