[Intro: 438 Tok]

Young niggas on that gang gang, me and my niggas on the same

(Niggas on that gang gang)

(Niggas on the)

[Verse 1: Rod Wave]

Niggas talking crazy like a nigga won't snap

Niggas looking crazy like a nigga ain't strapped

Don't give a fuck about no friends 'cause I'm chasing racks

Blue rack in my Benz, but watch how I bounce back

Hit a lick for them bands, but a young nigga bloated

Blew her like a fan, ain't no need tryna hold it

Hundred hundreds in my rubber band, I can't fold it

Trade a MAC for the Tec, bust it wide open

ATR, I'm on shit, we finessin'

Northside Mall bitch, and we flexin'

Niggas talk that hot shit, 'til we catch him

On that "spot his block" shit, jump out and scratch him

Damn near got robbed by a group of grown niggas

But they didn't know Rod had that pole with him

I bet they didn't know young'un had that chrome with him

Up that big bitch, but I hit the wrong nigga

And to this day [?]

Shouldn't have been with them pussy niggas anyway

I was with my OG, out thе projects

He was tryna show me 'bout thе Pyrex

I was tryna tell him, "I won't get into that"

Ran off on the plug twice, he can't get me back

No sale on 'em drugs, nigga, come and get a pack

Went and got it out the mud, I don't owe a nigga jack

Super stupid pop taste Trench Coat Mafia

You ain't got no pop taste, go and get your dollars up

Ruin niggas' life shit, don't care about no followers

Niggas mad 'bout they bitch, but that shit don't bother us

Niggas getting mad, I got a lotta swag on