[Coach Joey] I'm still rich Niggas pillow talkin' to some hoes that I been hit (I been hit) Put a couple tags on your head, bitch, you been it (Been it)
[Peezy] Spend like thirty bands on my neck, bitch, I been lit (Been lit) Fuck is you talkin' to, nigga? (Huh?), better lower your tone (Lower) I got killers on standby, I got lawyers on go (Let's go) I get mine out the trap, I ain't order no phone Crib off the water, get protected by border patrol (Woo)
[42 Dugg] Bag from overseas, thirty-one a key Twenty of 'em Joe's, thirty of 'em P's I could turn up weed, rather push the beans Pharms gettin' iffy, rather serve the fiends Keep dog with me, P been drinkin' lean (Yeah)
[Peezy] 40 with the beam, point this bitch right at your ball cap, nigga Plugged in, I'm connected like a bra strap, nigga Watch your motherfuckin' mouth or get your jaw tapped, nigga We with all that, nigga, better fall back, nigga, yeah (Ayy)
[Coach Joey] Why you playin' roles if you ain't got no clips? (Why you playin'?) I just like her pics, I don't like that bitch (At all) The whole East fucked, don't wife that bitch (Don't do it) I like my Sprite clean, don't spike my shit, ayy (No cap)
[42 Dugg] I like my whites plain, don't ice my shit, yeah Off-White my 'fit, yeah, One Mic that brick, yeah Get it hard for me That lil' shit they took from doggy, that was our money (Okay) Yeah, now we all comin'
[Coach Joey] Run it up and stash it (Stash it) Fuckin' hoes from Dallas (Dallas) Don't call me McFashion (Naw) Three bands for the glasses (Glasses) Hellcats, we stabbin' (Skrrt) Your bitch, we smashin' (Yup) Fuck her twice, then pass her (Pass her) Big racks, no cappin' (No cappin')
[Peezy] My hood, I'm the captain (Captain) Did more dirt than the Mavericks (Mavericks) Yeah, I'm serious 'bout fashion (Fashion) Two racks for this jacket (Period) Red light, no camera (No) Do a nigga so nasty (So nasty) When he got hit, we was laughin' We celebrated when it happened (Bitch)
[42 Dugg] Gettin' rich my answer, that's to all this shit (Period) Ridin' with three hoes (Three), we all got sticks, right We all sell pints, yeah, those all got hit, ayy I talk my shit, right, I walk it too Got J's for seventy (Seventy), want thirty a blue (Thirty) Ayy, this for Neph (Neph), and that's for Scoot (Scoot) Shit had me stressed, I still came through (Joey, huh)
[Coach Joey] Hundred bands after hundred bands Nigga fronted you, you did the running man Sticked up like a marching band We rolling deep like a caravan (Come on) Wrapped up like a promo van Don't ask me, I don't know that man (Don't know that nigga, huh, bitch)
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