[Intro: TrDee]

Little nigga but my pockets

Yeah, okay

(313 Mafia)

[Verse 1: TrDee]

Little nigga but my pockets big bone

When I'm done fucking, one and done. she get sent home

Drop a opp in the pop, get him sipped on

I'm a ShittyBoy, you know I gotta put that shit on

Catch me outta town in a fast whip

With a couple racks on me and a bad bitch

Niggas really broke but they act rich

You can't get to that point if you don't stack shit

[Verse 2: StanWill]

Deep in yo bitch guts

I got pluses on my ass, Ksubis ripped up

Double G's on my hoodie, Gucci zipped up

SBDSM, bitch, we on some movie shit, huh

Closet full of geese and they all came from Canada

Fifth round with yo bitch, boy, she got some stamina

Gotta know you not shitting if you not a fan of us

Dog shit make the denim sag when I'm standing up

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

Fuck around, put a dub on his top (Brr)

You can't sip, this is drugs in my pop (Damn)

You be acting like the plug but you not

See an opp, ARP make him run up the block

See an opp, hop out, throw him in the trunk

Bro caught a headshot, throw him in the blunt (Brr)

Shitty got some military aim

Little brodie like a Tide stick, hitting every stain

Only zaza when I'm hitting Mary Jane (Phew)

[Verse 4: TrDee]

Bitch tryna get me on my Ethika's

Niggas fake as hell like some replicas

We gon' win, I hope yo ass bet on us

You bleed just like me, I'ma be scared for what?

[Verse 5: StanWill]

Huh, what the fuck should I be scared for?

I ain't ducking shit, I'm in the field like a scarecrow

Hit it once and toss her to the gang, bitch, I share hoes

See me with some pape', you know it's mine, I don't share Pros

[Verse 6: BabyTron]

I'm with pure Pits, you a pure bitch

This a quarter ticket whip so I steer lit

I don't know where you at but it's nowhere near this

Me and bro got double cups like, "Cheers, bitch"

I ain't finna chill, I'm finna slide

Bitch head so good, I'm finna cry

Take the Striker, slide around and then I gotta switch the ride

Put a bitch in the blender, leave her at the finish line

Damn near live in Somerset

Fifty thousand on the drip, I bet I live this summer wet

It's a dirty game, call one and catch another TEC

[Verse 7: StanWill]

Bro'll up his pipe and wet you, how he ain't a plumber yet? (Okay, alright)

Think I'm Roger Federer

Keep some racks on me, unky say he got some better work

Thinking 'bout my cheese? Aim up top and get his cheddar burnt

What you make a month at Mickey D's is what my sweater worth

You know we forever turnt

[Verse 8: TrDee]

Choppa sing like autotune, it's my Lil Durk

I just touched down in Philly, feel like Jalen Hurts

Catch' em on the wrong side and leave 'em in the dirt

Took her out to dinner so you know she ate me like dessert

I get to preaching like a pastor

Life just like a book, he only had a couple chapters