feat. Juicy J, Project Pat and The Migos
(Hook x2)
Take that nigga shit, make him come up off of that
Sell it in the hood and come up off of that
Them pills, them bricks, them pounds, come up off of that
That chain, that watch, that ring, come up off of that.
(Verse)
Broke I could never be, I woo hoes like a melody,
I know what Iâm saying so nigga, fuck what you telling me.
Cash is the model, chopperâs is auto,
Cuz thereâs dooms on my team and that is genie in the bottle.
From Memphis team, what snitch in the sand,
What you was planned to start Iâm fixing the in
I swear on my kin, ainât no bitching me, nigga,
And if ainât about no money then donât mention nigga.
I got shoe less on the pay roll, shoot when I say so
Catch you niggas loathing with them burners and take all your dough.
I got my drivers and my riders choppers on deck,
And I got my money, I can cut the check.
(Hook x2)
Take that nigga shit, make him come up off of that
Sell it in the hood and come up off of that
Them pills, them bricks, them pounds, come up off of that
That chain, that watch, that ring, come up off of that.
(Verse)
Plenty of kickers that come from the but
And I eat and pull up with the cutie,
Iâm dripping the bell and I pun in the active,
Itâs trippy, I feel like Iâm tipsy.
The AK, the AR, the uzzy,
Increment, start cookin no sushi,
Iâm cooling my nigga donât foolish and classy
The Bentley my nigga one to it.
In the hood with the villains
I got raw rap but no dealer
Come up out of that Bentley
Yâall niggas snatching go peeling.
Iâm walking around with the Nina
Iâm taking your dog like a pisa
You food in the hood, we eat ya,
Cuz I gotta look out for my people.
My nigga be trapping the legal,
We pull up and wheel, got burn out the eagles
The nigga I strap with the bullet,
I see if a nigga, you know that I shoot you.
My diamonds on that or Jacuzzi,
Donât try to stop with the uzzy.
Iâm walking around with the ruga
I feel like that nigga, we put you in poodles
(Hook x2)
Take that nigga shit, make him come up off of that
Sell it in the hood and come up off of that
Them pills, them bricks, them pounds, come up off of that
That chain, that watch, that ring, come up off of that.
(Verse)
I did time with the cartel, itâs going like a yard sale
Burners on deck, you get smoked like some thrown wheels.
Clientele, crack sales, flipping birds from the front,
Digital scales, jail cells, niggas tell on their moms.
Trust none, I ride on you, son like Harleys,
Counting up the show money smoking Bob Marley.
Snow bun itâs Bombay, itâs bout to be a party
Kids lovin me on TV like Eye Carly.
I ainât ever let it but Iâm definitely balling
Win this beef, no police, goons I be calling.
Ak 45s, prepare for the balling.
Got me mixed up like Gumball, New Orleans.
(Hook x2)
Take that nigga shit, make him come up off of that
Sell it in the hood and come up off of that
Them pills, them bricks, them pounds, come up off of that
That chain, that watch, that ring, come up off of that.