[Intro: Rone NFN]

Ayy, I'ma still make sure they okay

Hold on, ayy, I’ma still make sure they okay

Hold on, I'ma still make sure they okay

Ayy, hold on, gang

[Chorus: Rone NFN]

I know they just wan' see me strugglin’

But I'ma still make sure they okay

Before I let one of these niggas ho me

I'd rather go back to my old ways

Ain't tryna go back to the old days

Tryna hit licks for a check, nigga

I'ma stay on my bag

'Til one of you niggas show me that you ain't got respect, nigga, gang

[Verse 1: Rone NFN]

Bitch, I'm in the trap in designer

My young nigga strapped with a chopper

My Blood nigga say he a slime

I put a snake on his collar

Big bro hit a nigga for free

I don’t gotta give him a dollar

Bitch, I been a saint since a toddler

Don’t believe me, bitch, go ask my mama

I got the tool in the Gucci 'fit

Right by the belt where the tooly sit

Don’t gotta say shit, I'm a lunatic

I'ma step on the pack in some Louis kicks

Bitch, I put the dick where her booty sit

My young nigga strapped with a coolant kit

These VVS diamonds I'm coolin’ in

Nigga play like he with it, we shootin' shit

Fuck on your freak and we pass her 'round

You pussy niggas is cap and gown

Go to a show and we clap him down

Hit his block with them choppers and come back around

Man, we with that smoke, ain't no backing down

Tryna go run it up real fast

Told Quincho, bitch, I need a mil' fast

So I shot to LA for a lil' cash, gang

[Chorus: Rone NFN]

I know they just wan' see me strugglin'

But I'ma still make sure they okay

Before I let one of these niggas ho me

I'd rather go back to my old ways

Ain't tryna go back to the old days

Tryna hit licks for a check, nigga

I'ma stay on my bag

'Til one of you niggas show me that you ain't got respect, nigga, gang

[Verse 2: Quin NFN]

I put that on my life, ain't no changin' up

When we pop out, bitch, we got the gang with us

These niggas be cappin' like they gettin' money

I swear that these niggas ain't made enough

When my bro hit your ho, you be mad than a bitch

When you callin' her phone, she be hangin' up

We gon' get that sack and split it with the team

'Cause I swear that this money ain't makin' us

All my young niggas with it

Tell 'em hold on, we gon' get it

Lil' bro get that sack and go flip it

You niggas be trippin'

Don't give a damn 'bout these bitches

We smash on these hoes, then we dippin'

Big Glocks with extensions

You should've stopped with the dissin'

Now we the reason niggas missin'

Got racks in the duffle, now these hoes on dick

'Cause they see that them young niggas get to them digits

[Chorus: Rone NFN]

I know they just wan' see me strugglin'

But I'ma still make sure they okay

Before I let one of these niggas ho me

I'd rather go back to my old ways

Ain't tryna go back to the old days

Tryna hit licks for a check, nigga

I'ma stay on my bag

'Til one of you niggas show me that you ain't got respect, nigga, gang