[Intro: Renz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (Ra, it's not that serious)
[Chorus: Renz & Lil Sosho]
Walk up in that bitch too clean, I'm froze (Froze)
They don't fight you where I'm from
Like the beat, I keep a drum (Ayy)
You ain't got dough, lil' boy, you a bum
She gave me brain, that bitch so dumb
Used to be broke, I ain't had no funds
Now I spend it just for fun
Eat at Harold's just for lunch (Ayy)
Walk up in this bitch with the VVS
Can't get my 'Gram, 'cause I don't do the text
Don't give a damn 'bout how you flex
Pull up with Cubans all over my neck
TEC gon' blam, don't care who next
See me and kinfolk, you see three vets
I'm at the show, better have my check
Choppa gon' blow if you disrespect us
[Verse 1: Renz]
Choppa gon' blow if you disrespect
Lotta bad bitches wanna give me sex
Gang on my neck, gold chain with the crest
She gon' buss it down on a boy then I dip
You a lil' bitch, crying 'bout some cred
Had to drop and roll, then I got some bread
Renz gon' eat, whole gang get fed
Hatin on me? Lil' boy get slept (Slept)
[Verse 2: Lil Sosho]
Hatin' on me? Lil' boy get slept
I ain't even really gotta call my gang
Got a 30 on me, so I'm by myself
Shorty wanna know if I dress myself
Cheated on her man like I gave her help
Told me go deep like a wishing well
Hit it one time then you know I bailed (Uh)
Diamonds shinin' on 'em, can't control 'em
I be with a pretty bitch, she from California
I asked my lawyer, "What they do if I don't show up?"
Lil So got his dough up, got no Ls and picked your ho up
[Chorus: Renz & Lil Sosho]
Walk up in that bitch too clean, I'm froze (Froze)
They don't fight you where I'm from
Like the beat, I keep a drum
You ain't got dough, lil' boy, you a bum (Ayy)
She gave me brain, that bitch so dumb (So dumb)
Used to be broke, I ain't had no funds
Now I spend it just for fun
Eat at Harold's just for lunch (Ayy)
Walk up in this bitch with the VVS
Can't get my 'Gram, 'cause I don't do the text
Don't give a damn 'bout how you flex
Pull up with Cubans all over my neck
TEC gon' blam, don't care who next
See me and kinfolk, you see three vets
I'm at the show, better have my check
Choppa gon' blow if you disrespect us
[Verse 3: Kang]
Walk up in that bitch too clean, I'm froze
Hers in silver, mine in gold
Never had shit, so tha bag I'ma blow
FRVR, that's spelled no Es, no Os
She love the drip, so I got in the mix
Kick out the broad, 'cause we can't trust a bitch
Yeah, I said "we," 'cause it's me and my bitch
None personal, man, it's just business
Picked up a mic, it was easy as shit
I make more bread off the wok and the pics
Thought I was on, but they ain't seen shit
Deadshot flow, 'cause a nigga really don't miss
(Knick) Knack, paddy-whack
Here comes Kang with the same ol' pack (Nigga don't miss)
I ain't talkin gas 'cause I don't do that
But I'm talkin 'bout the niggas that'll come through stat
Wait, who? Them niggas rap?
Money in the bank, I ain't talkin' 'bout a match
Lookin' for the gang, I'ma be where I'm at
I'm just making Ms, motherfucker, that's that
Dytto on my side like a motherfuckin' catch phrase
Switch lanes, I'ma need the bag on sight 'fore we hit stage
Niggas actin goofy in the slotty, we gon' engage
Walk up in the bitch kickin' shit like a sensei
[Chorus: Renz & Lil Sosho]
Walk up in that bitch too clean, I'm froze (Froze)
They don't fight you where I'm from
Like the beat, I keep a drum (Ayy)
You ain't got dough, lil' boy, you a bum
She gave me brain, that bitch so dumb
Used to be broke, I ain't had no funds
Now I spend it just for fun
Eat at Harold's just for lunch (Ayy)
Walk up in this bitch with the VVS
Can't get my 'Gram, 'cause I don't do the text
Don't give a damn 'bout how you flex
Pull up with Cubans all over my neck
TEC gon' blam, don't care who next
See me and kinfolk, you see three vets
I'm at the show, better have my check
Choppa gon' blow if you disrespect us
