[Polo G]
Yeah, livin´ in the slums, we just wishin´ for a hero
Expensive nightmares on a
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow

Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Livin´ in the slums, we just wishin´ for a hero, oh
And the guns, better get low
And the guns, better get low (Kid), uh

[Polo G & G Herbo]
Rather get caught with it
Can´t fuck with too many, I feel like I´m too authentic
Pink slip shawty, bitch, this Maybach, it ain´t rented
And my Rollie presidential like I know the Senate
If it´s that, we suited up, we hop right out on business
Really ain´t no need to check his pulse, they know he finished
Nigga, where I come from, no, it ain´t no happy endings

I´m a trenches baby, when it´s danger, I can sense it
One up top in nina, I feel anger, I´ma send it (Buck, buck, buck, buck)
K´s up, killer season like I´m Killa Cam
A lot of Ls that season, I was losin´ all my niggas, damn
Three years later, whole world know who the fuck I am
I could pop out, couple million flexin´ for the ´Gram
Got a six-car garage, I might need me a Lamb´
Let a nigga plot on robbin´, that nina´ll blam
Twin .40s stick together like Gina and Pam (Yeah, boom)

[G Herbo]
Ayy, bitch, I´m really him (G Herbo)

And all the shooters love me, they call a nigga Rim
Snuck in the club, that baby Glock tucked right in my Timbs (I got it)
Still got a AR, you get chopped, run up on my Lamb´ (Grrah)
Pussy, no bap (Ayy), I don´t bap a lot (No bap)
Can´t say no cap, put that on cap, I´m with Capalot (That´s lil´ bro)
The FN Ruger on my lap when I don´t got a Glock (Federal)
Been totin´ pistols before rap, I don´t know how to stop
I can´t switch, can´t keepin´ takin´ risks ´cause I´m really rich
Got a deal, can´t be in that field ´cause we really blitz
Foreign wheels, I bought six whips, now they on my dick

Maybach cost a quarter mill´, that ain´t really shit

[Polo G]
Can´t let ´em see me lose, they expectin´ me to crash
All my cars up to date, no point in dwellin´ in the past
See ´em, hop out, chase ´em, we on every nigga ass
Trip you, walk down, face ´em, get ´em gone then hit the gas, uh
Well actually, I keep that strap with me
Say we ain´t slidin´, have you get zipped up talkin´, my point exactly
My lil´ niggas aim for headshots and they got accuracy
Push a bitch right out that leg-lock like ain´t no trappin´ me (Uh)

Tell me what it is, we ain´t duckin´ smoke, we ain´t scared
He reach for this Carti´, it´s gon´ be a whole lotta red
Time to kill ´em all, I been in mode, I ain´t playin´
Used to be my dawg, he lost control off the meds, uh

[Polo G]
Yeah, livin´ in the slums, we just wishin´ for a hero
Expensive nightmares on a
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Expensive nightmares on a Maybach pillow
Livin´ in the slums, we just wishin´ for a hero, oh
And the guns, better get low

And the guns, better get low