[Intro: Nuk]

(BangThatShit)

[Verse 1: Nuk]

Lil' bro, he still chewin' apples like Carlito

They gon' have to try to plan the wire for the RICO

Niggas know it's heat when I'm hoopin' up with Chino

We gamble with our life, boy, we don't lose at the casino

I put the girl with that white man, it make more than bath

Told the bitch this shit MTR, bitch, more than rap

Yeah, my fiends a trap special, tell 'em, "Order what you need"

You be actin' like you stuntin', pockets shorter than caprese

We'll pull down the block, make 'em pick up the debris

It's a good-ass day like kid, pull up forty in a sleevе

Boy, I got some new cli', finna pull up for a three

That doggy got 'em dancin' in thе street like Martha Reeves

[Verse 2: Mo Money]

Spinned a bitch for a month, seen her out still spoked

Smokin' since this morning, but I'm high, still woke

20K cash on them rose gold diamonds

Fuck me and my brother, lil' bitch, we don't mind it

Still grabbin' shoes if the jacket don't match

He be talkin' loose, but this package on stracks

Got a hundred-fifty blues in the right here on Pelk

All my bops play it bool, they know it's good for they self

[Verse 3: Lil Mello]

We always sippin' drank, it's to the point this shit ain't healthy

Let her wear my chain, hold my bands, now she takin' selfies

They see our 'fit, our shoes, they like, "Yeah, them niggas wealthy"

Eighty-seven in this stick, I give it to her, Travis Kelce

The way I do a bitch, I'll have the lil' ho scarve

Everyone hittin' for a band, bro on his fourth card

Hell yeah, I'm fuckin' both of them, I ain't gotta choose

Caught a ham and scream out, "Jugg Nation" like my nigga Smoove

Fuck these hoes, now who next in line? Bitches know the rules

Yeah, my brother scam, my other brother on the road with food

Baby girl all on my back, she seen me on the Tube

She say her nigga listen to my music, I'm that nigga move

[Verse 4: Nuk]

Every fiend that come and shop with me, you gon' know they blastin'

I'ma be the one to sell 'em dog 'fore they try leak with acid

Know they really comin' for a bean, I don't sell 'em ass

Tell 'em that that codename Angie when they get a basket

Bitch, this a fourteen-hour ride, it ain't no distractions

All my brothers really throwed a Five, but we don't know the Jacksons

I've been rackin' up my air miles, all I do is travel

Brodie brought a Glock 41, they think he Elden Campbell

My unky still trappin' and my unky old as Dolemite

They can keep muggin' in this club and get a show tonight

If it's square biz, then I'm hoppin' on the road tonight

You keep dick suckin', you gon' pop out with an overbite

Real lean sippers by the pint, but fill a baby bottle

2012, we stopped hidin' beans in the baby powder

I really got my elbows in that trap, I can't take a coward

Let me re-up on the bag, it might take an hour