[Intro: Smoke Dawg & Giggs]

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Huh

Ahhh

(M-M-M-Murda)

Ahwoolay

Watch it

[Verse 1: Giggs]

Drunk and gungeoned up

Yeah, we drunk and gungeoned (Gungeoned)

Mafia sewed up and we're crunchin’ numbers (Yeah)

Used to work that phone, all these junkies numbers (Yeah)

One to ten, got these junkies numbers

Steppin' out in them gully jeans (Jeans)

T-shirt and them junky jumpers (Yes)

My squad, we're the pumpy dumpers (Dumpers)

Right now, I’m the country's comfort (Switch it)

Man's up in the opp set, man's off from the off set (Yeah)

Man's workin' the hand ting, man's up with the object (Bah)

Man, fuck what them odds say, ain't bop with them odds yet (Nah)

Man, fuck what your squad say, ain’t bop with the dawgs yet (Woof)

Man’s up in the restaurant, post up with the mob set (Mob set)

Man's tasted the lobster, ain’t fuck with the quad yet

Man's facin' the mobster, ain't fuck with the mob yet (Nah)

Man, come with a hand ting, man’s taking it off set

[Chorus: Smoke Dawg]

She said, she feelin' the kid

She feelin' the young nigga shit

Cartier, Rolex, she lovin' the young nigga wrist

Balmains on my pants, Louboutin, my kicks

Pray all my pieces hit

And we still turn a three into a six

She said, she feelin' the kid

She feelin' the young nigga shit

Cartier, Rolex, she lovin' the young nigga wrist

Balmains on my pants, Louboutin, my kicks

Pray all my pieces hit

And we still turn a three into a six

She said, she feelin' the kid

[Verse 2: Smoke Dawg]

Put your bitch on a program (On a program)

Mouth full of gold like I'm Kodak (Skrrt)

Trap house full of Lohan (Lohan)

Whip that shit up with both hands (Whip)

Got more 'caine than a old man (Get it?)

You broke niggas joke, got no plan (No plan)

Opps sayin' that they lookin' for me (Huh?)

On the southside, where Smoke at? (Southside)

Drop a pack to my youngin' (What)

Tell my young nigga, "Hold that" (Hold that)

I need my cash by the morning (By the morning)

Got a couple bitches whorin' (They whorin')

Spilled some Henny on my Rollie (Sauce)

I'm doing good, now, they know me (Now, they know me)

Don't tell me, girl, show me (Show me)

I'm taxin' niggas if they owe me (I'm taxin')

I spend a lot of days OT (OT)

I came back bigger and better (Better)

The Rollie was bigger and better (Better)

My chain was bigger than ever (It's heavy)

Niggas can hate us, whatever (Huh)

Still keep it under my sweater (Huh)

Make it rain on your block like the weather (Brrr)

Ahwoolay, hold that

[Chorus: Smoke Dawg]

She said, she feelin' the kid

She feelin' the young nigga shit

Cartier, Rolex, she lovin' the young nigga wrist

Balmains on my pants, Louboutin, my kicks

Pray all my pieces hit

And we still turn a three into a six

She said, she feelin' the kid

She feelin' the young nigga shit

Cartier, Rolex, she lovin' the young nigga wrist

Balmains on my pants, Louboutin, my kicks

Pray all my pieces hit

And we still turn a three into a six

She said, she feelin' the kid