[Intro: Tay B]

(ITrez on the track)

All facts, lil' nigga, huh

Yeah

Uh

[Verse 1: Tay B]

Yeah, I heard you in that G-Wagen, not the Benz one

Bitch, the Ford one, you can't afford one

You ain't never made six G's, nigga

My car don't even take CDs

You in fake Balmain, word to DZ's

You in fake diamonds, nigga, word to CZs

[Verse 2: FMB DZ]

I ran it up and went ignant, word to Tay B

Everything push-to-start, bitch, I hate keys

Shout out that motherfuckin' road 'cause it made me

[Verse 3: Tay B]

I was takin' trips to AZ, I was eighteen

Y'all be on Instagram postin' fake cheese

Put that pistol in your face, pussy, say cheese

I wear my shit anywhere, come and take these

[Verse 4: FMB DZ]

I just found a thousand-pack for the eighteen

Tryna put my niggas in gold like the A-Team

And I'll pity any fool try to take these

[Verse 5: Tay B]

If you don't do what you supposed to do

Shit, probably end up stretchin' you

Probably gon' fuck and get the neck from you

Probably get the best of you

Then probably gon' end up neglectin' you

I don't really like to do the seconds, boo

[Verse 6: FMB DZ]

A hundred-round drum, nigga, you can catch them extras too

Later when I'm done, I pour a four up in a Mountain Dew

Boy, you ain't my mans, don't shake my hands, I don't fuck with you

Took some niggas years to get this far, it took a month or two

I get in my feelings, pop a Perc' and blow a blunt or two

R.I.P. Uncle Mudd, I wish that I could sip a cup with you

When them boys caught you, I wish I was in the cut with you

I'd do what I'm 'posed to do, can't let 'em get close to you, yeah

[Verse 7: Tay B]

Young boss nigga, I do boss shit, huh

You ain't gettin' money, you just talk shit, huh

You don't wanna beef 'cause we chalk shit

We don't play hard 'cause we came up off soft shit, huh

And you lost up in the sauce, bitch

I ain't get this from my mama, huh, bitch, I bought this, huh

I ain't drive on that road, bitch, I caught this, huh

Randy Moss shit, huh, get it off quick, huh

[Verse 8: FMB DZ]

I got that work and it ain't cheap

Really in that water, bitch, I'm swimmin' in the deep

Bitch all in my face, she keep asking is I'm me?

The bitch thought I was lyin', so she asked to see my teeth

[Verse 9: Tay B]

Got a new bitch every week, this your bitch, we just creep

And the shit she'll never do for you, she do for me

Nigga, hop off my D, might as well go and leap

And you shop from low to high, lil' boy, you hella cheap

And she wanna fuck with me, told the bitch to say please now

Now hit your knees, huh

These niggas payin' fifty dollars for some fake lean

These niggas payin' fifty dollars for some fake jeans

[Verse 10: FMB DZ]

I had to get up off my ass, I was tired of chillin'

Nigga play with that bag, you must be tired of livin'

I'll slide with them sticks, you know my position

Nigga can't tell me shit, I make my own decisions

Walk in Silver Rain and throw a bitch tuition

Brodie 41 plain, but it still glisten

Seen his bitch around the gang, he got in his feelings

Bitch, I made my own lane, I see no competition

That's just how I'm feelin'