[Intro: FMB DZ]

Hmm, hmm, woo (Helluva made this beat, baby)

Yeah, hmm

[Verse 1: FMB DZ & Tay B]

Put the Glock on 'em, we gon' pull down the block on 'em

Got a drop on 'em, I came up, I'm 'bout to pop on 'em

Me and bro, we at the top, we can't stop on 'em

Two bitches kissin' in my whip, then got top from 'em

Pour some mud up, motherfuckers never loved us

I got my brothers, we gon' slide for each other

Big boy trucks, that thirty-six got big boy trunks

I hit boy up, ambulance pick boy up

Ayy, hold on, bro, don't kill him yet, I'm 'bout to pop up

Let's tear his house up, then go and tear his spouse up

You keyboard thuggin', all you do is tear a mouse up

Fuck bein' locked up, I'm with my rock niggas rocked up

Saint Laurent scarf cost four hundred

Tell the bitch get over here, I wanna spend some money

20K on me large, bitch, all hundreds

I play it how I wanna play it 'cause I really want it

This your bitch, but I fuck her like she my woman

Me and Lil Lik tied in, that's my brother

Gettin' head while I'm drivin', I'm hittin' the brakes

Every day, a couple thousand, I don't hit the safe

Even though that I'm ahead, I just keep my pace

I don't see no competition, why y'all in a race?

Try and touch DZ, that's a closed case

And free my pops, he respected by the whole state

[Chorus: FMB DZ & Tay B]

Me and Tay B back-to-back in them Hellcats

Big boy blunts back-to-back, can you smell that?

Ayy, big boy load, back-to-back, we gon' trail that

No roadtrips, back-to-back, we gon' mail that, yeah

Me and Tay B back-to-back in them Hellcats

Big boy blunts back-to-back, can you smell that?

Ayy, big boy load, back-to-back, we gon' trail that

No roadtrips, back-to-back, we gon' mail that, yeah

[Verse 2: FMB DZ & Tay B]

Niggas got me on the edge and it's gettin' steep

Shit fuckin' with my head, I ain't been gettin' sleep

I been rollin' off the molly for a whole week

Better send that deposit, want a show from me

That chopper have your ass singin' like you Jodeci

Every time I go out, bitches notice me

Bape hoodie zipped to the top, how they know it's me?

I'm protected by that pistol, I don't be that deep

When I pull up, I'ma squeeze, I hit Cali, rock with Cheese

Gucci printed on my sleeve, back-to-back, we in the leauge

Hit my line, what you need? Get you right guaranteed

I ain't worried 'bout no nigga, bitch, you bleed like I bleed

All facts, nigga, we got smack, nigga

We not rap niggas, you see we act different

You comin' for that petty shit, then we gon' tax, nigga

You too fuckin' lazy, get up, run a lap, nigga

[Chorus: FMB DZ & Tay B]

Me and Tay B back-to-back in them Hellcats

Big boy blunts back-to-back, can you smell that?

Ayy, big boy load, back-to-back, we gon' trail that

No roadtrips, back-to-back, we gon' mail that, yeah

Me and Tay B back-to-back in them Hellcats

Big boy blunts back-to-back, can you smell that?

Ayy, big boy load, back-to-back, we gon' trail that

No roadtrips, back-to-back, we gon' mail that, yeah