[PGF Nuk]
(Fatman, you did this?)
Bitch, what up? (Yeah)
Ayy, bitch what up? (Yeah)
Ayy, bitch what up? (Yeah)

(They got Wooski on the mix)
Yeah, yeah

[PGF Nuk]
Ayy, bitch, what up? (What up?)
They say they on they block, it´s time to slide, fuck ´em up (Ayy)
Ayy, lil´ bro walking up, masked up, suited up (Suited up)
Ayy, catch ´em by the store, up the pole, shoot it up (Shoot it up)
Ayy, switch up on a Glock, make him hop, double dutch (Ayy)
Ayy, lil´ bro over cold, he got two poles, doubled up
Ayy, glizzy that´s my dog, he´ll catch you, bite you up
Ayy, treat the opps like blunts, hit a cut, light ´em up, ayy

[PGF Nuk]
Don´t hype him up ´cause he´ll die
Have your whole block cry, his balloons in the sky
Now the opps want me dead (Yeah), so I tell ´em, "Come try"
But I slide first, all they hear is "Fah, fah, fah,"
That´s that nick´, nigga
Ayy, that´s how I´m comin´ bitch
Like a track star, I´m on my block really runnin´ shit
I do this shit in real life, boy this shit is not a skit
´Member puttin´ tape up on the mag´ just to make it fit
I remember slidin´ every day, I wasn´t at the park (Uh-huh)

I ain´t have no lighter, but I really had to make a spark (Uh-huh)
Keep that iron on me like my real name was Tony Stark (Yeah, yeah)
All you see is spark, spark, spark, I´m tryna leave a mark, nigga

[PGF Nuk & G Herbo]
Ayy, bitch, what up? (What up?)
They say they on they block, it´s time to slide, fuck ´em up (Ayy)
Ayy, lil´ bro walking up, masked up, suited up (Uh-huh)
Ayy, catch ´em by the store, up the pole, shoot it up (Yeah)
Ayy, switch up on a Glock, make him hop, double dutch (Yeah)
Ayy, lil´ bro over cold, he got two poles, doubled up (Uh-huh)

Ayy, glizzy that´s my dog, he´ll catch you, bite you up (Yeah)
Ayy, treat the opps like blunts, hit a cut, light ´em up
What up
Ayy

[G Herbo]
My guns verse your guns, what up?
If you ain´t never shot no guns, shut up
Ain´t done with them niggas, but they done with us
They ain´t been shootin´ no guns at us
You know how I play, hop out broad day
Thirty shots, no less, that was fun to us, so what?
No Limit ´til the world blow up, go up
These lil´ niggas squirrels, to us, go nuts

Gettin´ me out the way, yeah that´s what they say
I was out every day, but we post up
G Herbo, I been gettin´ cake from East coast to coastal
If you was front-line, survived the war, or done some time, then toast up
I mean it
Hundred M´s, two hundred M´s, I need it
Cop that coupe with yellow guts ´cause yellow tape, I seen it
Even though I pray to angels, gotta face the demons
Like a tourist in my city, I´m tryna take the scenic
Route, I´m big and ´bout
Turn up when I feel in doubt
Quick to spit my feelings out
Run your mouth and get some clout

You know what my city ´bout
Like an outfit, pick ´em out
I´m probably the richest nigga around
Like a sore thumb, I´m stickin´ out
Ayy, what up, what up, bitch
They say they on they block, it´s time to slide, fuck ´em up
Niggas act like they could fuck with us, can´t fuck with us
Sixteen rockin´ ice, I had my pipe worth a hundred plus (Know that)
We ain´t into givin´ passes, I done faced like a hundred blunts (What up)
Used to ride paddy wagons, spent an M´ on a couple trucks (Skrrt)
Why you actin´ like I ain´t up?
War time, why you act like I wasn´t up?
Went up, why you act like that wasn´t us?

Tote iron, why you actin´ like I ain´t up? Bitch
What up
I can´t wait for this shit to get bussin´, bussin´
Four nick´ holdin´ it steady, cock it back and it´s ready, I don´t care if you ready or what
Draco hit up his Chevy and this shit heavy, but it ain´t heavy enough
Ride with a whole lot of shots, could clip a block, who you got? They namin´ it what?
What up, bitch, what up
They say they on they block, it´s time to slide, fuck ´em up
Whats his age? He got all them bodies, what the fuck
Get up on ´em, fah fah fah, that´s whats up, nigga (Fatman, you did this?)