(Hold it down, hold it down, hold it down)

(Got a [?], got a [?])

(Slim)

(Demigods, demigods, demigods)

(There's a, there's a, there's a, there's a god in you)

[Sideway Slim]

I'll hold it down for the motherfucking team

A devilish nigga that's infatuated by green

I'm creeping through your block looking for the middleman

Got a Glock in my hand and then fuck [?] I be

Hitting the licks, fucking bitches in the shower

Gotta move it quick, selling pounds by the hour

I got a siren and a motherfucking sweep

The money don't stop, so a nigga can't sleep

I'm on a creep in a middle with a knife

If you ain't 'bout that paper then you gotta catch a flight

The pussy ain't tight so [?] should be right, should be right

Fucking with the pimp like me and you gon' die by the night nigga

[Ramirez]

I'm 'bout my paper, I'm really 'bout my chips

Smoking on Cohiba, watch you sucking on my dick

I'm playing [?] my floss and my whip

Pure emotion [?] candy paint drip

I'm looking clean, but I'm sippin on my lean

Moving through the night, I'm plotting up on his green

I'm sitting in the dark, thinking up another scheme

Tryna get my fetti up, thinking about that cream, hold up

Gotta pay attention

[?] lame ass nigga be talking [?] discretion

[?] and life is a dream

Sideway Slim and Ramirez taking over this shit

[Sideway Slim]

[?] aiming for your necklace

Smoking dope for breakfast, blowing out my stresses

Pimpin and I'm glidin, [?]

Gold grill shinin' and my niggas ain't dying

[Ramirez]

Multiplying by the dozens

We stackin' the cheese, robbing the bank

We making the moves, ain't nobody fucking with my team

I'm fucking 'em hoes, blowing smoke up outta my nose

Ridin' slow, windows low

Disappear like a fucking ghost