[Production by Crank]

[Intro]

Like… like

Hmm

[Verse 1: RetcH]

Free the Biggavel, I'll forever bring the wave (wave, wave)

Going hard in my J's

Looping these bitches then fuck out they brains

Gold wearing bitches getting fucked in their things

Gold ass watch with the gold ass ring

Looking like I just got hit with a check

Nah mother fucker I just left the connect

Copped in the morning, bagged it up 'til the evening

2000 pills, they was gone in a weekend

Young ‘Lo God, I be Polo to my penis

Fogo de Chão, penne with assorted cheeses

Jesus, we just hopped up on the scene and

Like we was some new drugs, got these niggas fiending

Police scheming, got me at the precinct

Now I'm in the county jail chilling, watching TV

Laughing with the homies, on the court balling

See you when I see you, I be out in the morning

Called up my favorite bitch, feeling kinda horny

Left her in her sleep, made her wake up feeling lonely

Back chasing this money

Touch mine, that’s gunplay

No MMG, but this SMG will rip through your fiend

Now that’s R.I.P, Like

[Hook]

Pour the liquor he dead nigga

Replays in my head, nigga

Hit the church and go confess my sins

Lord forgive me, I'll never do it again

Left the cathedral, lit the refer

Seen a bum, so I bought him pizza

Told me, “thank you” said, “it’s nothing”

That last lick got you niggas stunting

So I'm breaking bread with my Black folk

Cause the homie told me I'm the last hope

He said, “yo, forreal, just get us out the hood”

So that’s what I'ma do because I told him I would

Cause I'm a man of my word, that's all that I got

Peace to my grandpa and peace to my pops

Peace to my bitches and peace to my gwap

Peace to my mother and peace to my block

[Interlude]

Hello?

(Yo)

Yo, what’s good, nigga?

(What’s good man, what’s up man, got that blockwork?)

Man you know we stay with that blockwork my nigga what you mean bruh?

(Nahmean, like, I came short, I got five hundred)

Everything or nothing, b, uou, nigga, you still owe from the last time too and I ain’t even text you on that, matter fact, you said you got five hundred nigga, come through and bring that shit over here right now man

(Nigga I’m saying, like, why you calling that shit, man?)

[Verse 2: A.I.]

Bitch you know I’m ‘bout that dough

I’m smoking potent

Got that Backwoods forward motion

You can make it rain I told them bitches chill cause Ima make it snow

I’m ‘bout my chicken bitch, I’m talking ‘bout that fettuccine

And when you see me leaning bitch

Just know that I be on road for the cash

I checks niggas, ex-Pac shit

Put a X on ‘em

My yellow tape, I smoke good

Then let that shit ventilate

My dick on your dinner plate

These fuck niggas they gonna hate

Ain’t shit funny when you need dough

You better hustle nigga, you need O’s

Shout out to all of the bitches I sex

BX to Jersey

A.I. and young RetcH

Money is money I get to the money

You saving it nigga

I’m blowing them checks

All black cause I’m killing shit

Slow mo cause I’m sippin’

I’m tatted up, got them Ray-Bans, all them all black Religions

I talk slick like a can of grease

No [?] but I’m pimping

I need two blunts and one double cup and a bad bitch

That’s simple

You pulling up in them Bentley’s

And we all know that’s a rental

Don’t trick nigga, you bitch nigga, just act sentimental

[Hook]

[Outro]

Cause I’m a man of my word

That’s all that I got

Peace to my mother and peace to my block

(Oh my God, you are doing the most, I’m about to hit an old lady in the street and shit. Alright, ready?)

Yeah

(Blackout Boys, the mafia, bitch)