[Intro: StanWill]

Yeah

I be smoking all the opps like, yeah, okay

(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)

That's a what?

Yeah

[Verse 1: StanWill]

I be smoking all the opps like Blacks but this ain't Call of Duty

Pull up on yo baby flashing racks, I got her tossing booty

Toss a couple racks to Hutchy Hutch, I got him tossing jewelry

Bet I beat and fixed a nigga shit, you know I brought the toolie

Rushing to the pape' with sticks on me like I'm Spetsnaz

First class Delta for every time a nigga left class

Goose off Amiri, I'm fly as fuck, I might get jet lag

It's a dirty game, the way I play might leave the ref mad

Bitch, you know I'm somewhere getting money, I don't feel like hating

I got BINs floating 'round my mind, bitch, I feel like Mason

'RTs, Trackhawks, and Scats when we feel like racing

Cut into yo bitch like, "Give me head, I don't feel like caking"

Gang'll turn yo hood to Nuketown, popping out with rifles

Benjis busting out the 'Miri pockets, looking like the Bible

Locked the back door 'cause you know snakes slither ride beside you

OT like, "Where the giffys at? I'm tryna swipe the aisle"

[Verse 2: TrDee]

He ain't never shot a gun, the only time was on COD

Still balling, Michael Jordan and a .45

Gave me demon head while I was driving, had to ghost ride

Told her I'ma fuck her and her friend 'cause they both fine

Heard he sending shots, we not worried, he like Westbrook

Still getting to it if I only had a left foot

Dog $hit Militia, pockets stuffed with a textbook

Bad lil' bitch, only right that she get whooped

Me and gang ball like the Big 3

I'ma keep shitting on these niggas till I'm sixty

What you know 'bout them cold nights? Stomach empty

He was talking all that grown shit but was kidding

Heard you be hanging with a rat, Michelangelo

When I give it to 'em, sneaky links don't wanna keep it low

You ain't never even shot yo gun, what you get it for?

We've been winning, it got to the point that I forgot the score

[Bridge: StanWill]

Shit, fuck, bitch

Yeah, bitch think I'm a

Yeah, huh, okay

Bitch think I'm a

Yeah

[Verse 3: StanWill]

Bitch think I'm a zombie, all I want is brain from these hoes

Go and ask Neiman's what the fuck I paid for these clothes

Hunnid in a bop, he slide, I leave his ass with eighty holes

Slide with Wonder Weapons, up this bitch, it might erase yo soul

Blew five on this presidential suite, I'm JF Kennedy

How you think you gang-gang and you don't hate my enemies?

I be talking pape', that talking down shit ain't offending me

Strictly gang members, if you ain't that, you ain't a friend of me

[Verse 4: TrDee]

We'll slide down and turn his block into a Zombies map

I ain't wanna listen to yo song 'cause I know it was cap

You ain't even cute, I only fucked 'cause yo booty was fat

Dawg couldn't fight so he went out and got him a strap

Fuck the opposition, they can't fuck with D$M

Sent a couple shots, bullets made him do the Lil Kim

Every day bitches show me why I cannot love them

Used to talk down, it's just crazy we above them

[Verse 5: StanWill]

Turn his block to Kino der, I'm toting on the biggest weapons

Mike Amiris off B22s, I'm getting bitches naked

'RT'd and did the damn dash, I done missed my exit

Made a couple hunnid out the kitchen, unky wrist impressive

Got a Demon and a Hellcat, bitch, I'm hellbound

I'll have my dawgs fire on you, they my hellhounds

Bust the ear drums in my nostrils, Cookies smell loud

Shot the fuck back up for every time I fell down

[Verse 6: TrDee]

Me and gang pocket full of prezis, Mob of the Dead

I don't even care what you heard, tell me what you said

You think she gon' let you fuck and you ain't got no bread?

I don't shit but get money and go straight to bed

You don't do shit but dick suck like a porn star

Left 'em in the past, they ain't think that I was going far

She don't like when I drive the Scatty like a stolen car

They gon' think I'm Scream if I catch an opp out at the bar