[Doe Boy & Dave East]
Yeah, yeah (Uh)
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Doe, Doe Beezy, my nigga)
Fuck what you sayin´, I said what I said (You know what the fuck goin´ on)

Fuck what you sayin´, I said what I said (It´s up)

[Dave East & Doe Boy]
My young bitch like when I slam her
Hit from the back, if she look, I ain´t hiding the camera (Let´s go, nah)
I took a flight to Atlanta
Looking for Tech, I just need the Sprite or a Fanta (Vroom, Hi-Tech)
I´ll get you hit from a text
You pussy, no sex
Hold that bitch nigga for ransom
I had the same vibe when we met
I´ll never hide from a threat
I´m smiling at cameras
An opp died, got us dancing (Yeah)
Top down when we landing, yeah, yeah

Forgot my name, call me handsome (Yeah)
No more Xans, I was scrambling (Yeah, yeah)
Pocket full of bunch of dead men (Dead men)
You ain´t fuckin´, give me head then (Come here)
I see demons, I hop out the bed (I´m out)
Could´ve leased it, I copped it instead (Let´s go)

[Dave East]
I see my homie that died when I look in the sky (My nigga)
Shit got me asking why
I come from the trenches where you either live or you die
That´s why we get high (Let´s go)
Just handle your business, my nigga, you wasting your time
Fuck them bitches, go grind

I really came up from a nick to a dime
No more gettin´ in line (Doe Beezy)

[Doe Boy]
Walk in the club and I snuck with the pole in, no waiting in line
Came to your city, I flew on a private jet, I board with the iron
Say that it´s smoke, my niggas gon´ pull up, they shootin´, ain´t wasting no time, uh
Pull out this pole like should I just rob him or shoot him? Can´t make up my mind (Let´s go)

[Dave East]
When I´m in Cleveland, I feel like LeBron (LeBron, hold on, hold on)
I´m probably somewhere walking in a fashion show out in Milan (Hold on, hold on)

If you gon´ say Pablo, you gotta say Don (Let´s go)
I walk in this bitch like I´m strapped with a bomb (Boom)

[Doe Boy]
I walk in this bitch like I´m strapped with a bomb, let´s go, yeah (Boom, boom, boom)
Walk in this bitch with Patek on my arm
Don´t touch him, you know that he armed, uh (Let´s go)
I´m really a demon, bitch, I ain´t no angel
You play and get smacked with my palm, uh (Let´s go)
Niggas be faking, these niggas ain´t gangster
Bitch, who is that rapping that song? Uh (Pussy)
All on the ´Gram, he say he outside
But probably at home with his mom, huh (Oh, really?)

[Dave East]
I´m sitting in court in Givenchy (Givenchy)
Fuck the judge, nigga, fuck the DA (Fuck ´em, yeah)
Phone calls they keep trying to replay (Yeah)
All this evidence I´m trying to erase
He gon´ rat, you can look in his face (Pussy, look at him)
He got nothin´ to lose and nothin´ to make (No)
He´ll tell on his dudes to get out them gates (Let´s go, gang)

[Doe Boy]
He got nothin´ to lose and nothin´ to make (Nothin´ to make)
He got somethin´ to prove, you got somethin´ to take, let´s go (Let´s go)

Geeked off a Xan´, I can´t fuck on that bitch, I just hope the lil´ ho giving head (Doe Beezy)
Go to the hood, post up with my cousin, he Crippin´, but still pour up red (Let´s go, gang)
Niggas be talkin´, runnin´ they mouth until they get shot in the head (Boom)
Call up my youngin, he run in your house and leave you shot dead in the bed, yeah (Oh, really?)

[Dave East]
I can´t get knocked by the feds (No)
I´m fucking her good, she shakin´ and boppin´ her legs (Ayy)
Addicted to Percs, was poppin´ them meds
Chauffeur the foreign, I went got a driver instead (Skrrt)
Why bring a knife to the fight? This chopper´ll put him to bed (Grrah)

You thought I fucked on your wife, my nigga, that´s not what I said, I just got the head (Hahaha)

[Doe Boy]
Fuck what you sayin´, I said what I said (Fool)
Fuck what you sayin´, I said what I said (Fool)
Ain´t scared of no nigga, just scared of the feds (Fool)
Mad Max with the chop, I shot at his dreads, uh
Wake up and sent a hit just ´cause I can (Fool)
You push me, you dyin´, ain´t gotta be close to the edge (Doe Beezy, nah)

[Dave East & Doe Boy]
My young bitch like when I slam her
Hit from the back, if she look, I ain´t hiding the camera (Yeah, nah)
I took a flight to Atlanta

Looking for Tech, I just need the Sprite or a Fanta (Yeah, yeah)
I´ll get you hit from a text
You pussy, no sex
Hold that bitch nigga for ransom
I had the same vibe when we met
I´ll never hide from a threat
I´m smiling at cameras (Let´s go)
An opp died, got us dancing (Yeah)
Top down when we landing, yeah, yeah
Forgot my name, call me handsome (Yeah)
No more Xans, I was scrambling (Yeah, yeah)
Pocket full of bunch of dead men (Dead men)
You ain´t fuckin´, give me head then (Come here)
I see demons, I hop out the bed (I´m out)
Could´ve leased it, I copped it instead (Let´s go)

[ Doe Boy]
Fuck what you sayin´, I said what I said (Fool)
Fuck what you sayin´, I said what I said (Fool)
Fuck what you sayin´, I said what I said (Fool)
Fuck what you sayin´, I said what I said (Let´s go)