[Verse 1: Kid Ink] Uh, I ain't never liked them niggas no way Pair of Jordans kicking down your door ay Every and any time the dough late Anytime nigga, anytime You can save the bullshit for the toilet No rookie I get it for the pro rate Got a new crib ready to relocate Cause everybody think that it's a party All the time
[Verse 2: Hardhead] It's all fam fuck friends nigga For dead presidents dressing up like Lorenz nigga For the squad do whatever till the end Cause I got my boys' back and I ain't talking about revenge nigga Got 'em pissed off like a soft fog Give me a shot and I'ma take it Harvey Oswald Any time nigga that's anytime Don't give two F's bitch no Fendi sign You washed up just a lost cause Same city team switching nigga you just Matt Bonds But my party and my bullshit all the time New money but old school a bitch then a party line I need to be rich here forever Tryna see band after band they talking 'bout Coachella It's 4 B's bitch been a minute Bat-tatt gang and all we do is big business
[Verse 3: Bricc Baby Shitro] Yeah, ok, Batgang General Bricc Baby we with this shit Everybody know it's 4 B's but I'm banging Crip Just copped that 'Rari then put it at the dealership 200 on the dash that's way out your element Stacking dead presidents I be trapping with them bricks Chopping up them hoes and yeah nigga that's 36 Pull up with them dirty sticks chopper like Osama bitch I'ma kill your mama and your homie 1 dollar bitch All I know is piling bricks All I know is thousand bricks All I know is trapping just Get that work and make it flip I be on my grind yeah I be on my grind bitch Getting to that money in the kitchen going ape shit I'm going ape shit (x3)