[Yhung T.O.:]
Chopper with a side-kick, shoot like Harden
Bullets so big trying to make a call flip
Every time I hit, trying to make her forfeit
She wanna french kiss, cause I'm riding foreigns

[Ohgeesy:]
Sellin' bags til I get a bag
You wouldn't understand
Get a brick, bring it down to grams
And flip it with my mans
I just copped a thizzle xans
I done sold it to my fans
In the trap I'm baggin up the cocaine
Way in sand
Molly, Wocky, Kwali, Prolly
In the crib with a bitch shaking ass like its Folley's
All you niggas is pretend
Me n' my niggas get it in
Came to the club, with a .22, they let it in
If a fuck nigga want some smoke, we let it begin
Hella wave, we the wave
These my brothers, not my friends
Came to the club, with a .22, they let it in
If a fuck nigga want some smoke, we let it begin

[Rob Vicious:]
They got all the questions
I ain't got the answers
Niggas want smoke, fuck it, Imma give em' cancer
Choppas like Amanda
Turn him to a dancer
Chase him with the F