[Hook: L'A Capone] We gon' hit the mall and we gon' hit the stores Then we gon' blow some bands yeah then we go get some more And we gon' hit the club yeah we gon' shake the floor It's all about finessin my nigga i need more [2x]
[Verse 1: L'A Capone] I'm all about my bands, paper cuts on hands I'm rocking with my day ones, wassup wit' yo' new friends You down or fuckin' what? Lil homie whats the plan? Ain't talkin' that 600 shit, I may not understand My niggas packin' heat, all up in K.O.D Or we might be in traffic, still ain't had shit to eat 'Cuz I been off them bands, ho prolly off the Goose I swear I love rollin', them mollies have me through I'm LA who are you? 600 thats the crew God damn I love designer, my bitch in Jimmy Choo But I don't have a wife, she my bitch for the night If she was catching bodies then it might be alright Got lean all in my sprite, we in it every night We all livin' savages, we move with them pipes [Hook]
[Verse 2: Huncho Hoodo] We gon' tear down Lenox and fuck up every store Prolly cruisin' in them foreigns you can't catch me in no Ford We gon hit the strip club, 1's fallin' on the floor Bitches shakin' asses, screaming \"we want more, we want more\" I'm 6Huncho to the core, 600 thousand in the drawer Since we jumped up off that porch, 600 counties when we tour All designer what I wore, this shirt right here cost me 'bout 4 Hoppin' out the top I drop 'cuz you know I don't use no doors Bitches askin' who is he, Huncho Hoodo who I be Say she wanna ride with me because my car cost 'bout a ki But my shit don't take no key, I be walkin' on them P's I got bands all on my wrist and I ain't talkin' V.I.P