[Intro: DSP]
Pranksters, jokesters
Pranksters, jokesters
Hah, yeah, look (Grrt, baow)
[Chorus: DSP]
Start it up, uh (Run that shit)
Know a nigga like me can't ever look back, had to run it up (Never)
Got too many men, too many men, too many men, and not one of them comin' up (Waste)
Let me tell you somethin' 'bout grinding (What?)
Five niggas and they out here whining (Huh?)
Three of them need critical guiding
And the last two don't know about timing (Clueless)
[Verse 1: DSP]
Looking like you got no aim in your game, that's lame (Nah)
Boy, go cover your face in shame (Hah)
Lazy-ass niggas tryna take my place
What you know about dealin' with the price of fame?
Don't believe in circumstance
I believe you gotta take a chance
And don't ever go open unless you gon' make it, man, uh (Better what?)
Better make that person answer (Haha)
Know you got a main girl and you got a side girl, bring both, 'cause I'm tryna romance 'em (Bring both)
Whenever she call, whenever I call, hold up, pick up, answer (Woo)
You ain't never really been down for the banter
Way too busy, out lookin' like Santa (Uh-huh)
Tryna give gifts, you ain't never had shit
But you out here wearin' designer like "Panda"
[Chorus: DSP & Shely210]
Start it up, uh (Run that shit)
Know a nigga like me can't ever look back, had to run it up (Never)
Got too many men, too many men, too many men, and not one of them comin' up (Waste)
Let me tell you somethin' 'bout grinding (What?)
Five niggas and they out here whining (Huh?)
Three of them need critical guiding (Shely, look)
And the last two don't know about timing (Clueless)
[Verse 2: Shely210]
I'm callin' their bluff, not poker
Been through a few down-ups like Joker (Oi, oi)
Pull up, bang, soaker
Stay chattin' shit, I can smell it on they odor
Can't fuck with a five-star roster
Ain't top boys, we five star proper (We proper)
If gang in the mix
Scores ain't even, we strike like Diego Costa (Grrah)
Went backs on the food, that's Neymar
Hat trick shit, now them boys in danger (In danger)
Four deep in a Ranger
I'm no stranger to the block, I'm the 210 major (Gang)
Don't fuck with the gang, don't fuck with the check
Or me and my side comin' straight for your neck
Me and my side comin' straight for the win
Keep talkin' that jazz, get sent to the pen'
[Chorus: DSP]
Start it up, uh (Run that shit)
Know a nigga like me can't ever look back, had to run it up (Never)
Got too many men, too many men, too many men, and not one of them comin' up (Waste)
Let me tell you somethin' 'bout grinding (What?)
Five niggas and they out here whining (Huh?)
Three of them need critical guiding
And the last two don't know about timing (Clueless)
Start it up, uh (Run that shit)
Know a nigga like me can't ever look back, had to run it up (Never)
Got too many men, too many men, too many men, and not one of them comin' up
Let me tell you somethin' 'bout grinding
Five niggas and they out here whining
Three of them need critical guiding
And the last two don't know about timing (Gang, gang, gang)
[Verse 3: DSP & Shely210]
I got Shely on my left and we steppin' on necks
Better watch your step, let me make that simple
DSP in the mix, they don't want that smoke
All these boys gettin' popped like pimples (Uh-huh)
They ain't really gotta talk like that, they ain't really gotta walk like that
And if they wanna talk like that, get the fuck out my face, 'cause they're really gonna walk right back (Brrt)
Let it bang
All my guys move work while you watchin', starin', I call that gang
All my guys still ride and ready to slide, lad, I call that gang (Uh)
Took my time, why you talk that shit?
Are you out your mind? Don't make me sick
Too many times, I've been out
I've been tryna get rich, so a nigga like me gonna—
(What a joker)
