Put that strap back (Back-back, back-back) for the clique
Nah, don´t put it back, put it back, know what I´m sayin´? (Ooh, ooh)

(Ayo, Lowrenz, what you doin´?)
Type shit (Type shit, make some more)
Feel me nigga? I get in that mode with this shit, Like
Fuck
Feel me, just like on some GTA shit

Yeah, whole gang been rich ridin´, never hidin´
.45 straps, and we slip, and slidin´
Lowkey, but still providin´
Yeah, and if you lookin´ for me, come and get this fire then
Lowkey, but still providin´
Yeah, and if you lookin´ for me, come and get this, okay

Black mask on, two cell phones
Youngin really made it out the ´jects with a chrome
Okay, slip, slide, catch a nigga slippin´, bust his dome
Quiet ´bout it, so don´t nobody know
Skeleton in his closet, he got demons in his home
Pray for him, got demons in his home
Okay, youngin really made it out the ´jects, mhm-mm
Fuckin´ with these burnin´ ass hoes, mhm-mm
Youngin, he gon´ die for his respect, mhm-mm
Play with me, I wish a nigga would
Okay, whole gang ready to blow shit like propane
Glock turn a nigga to a no name
I don´t need no fame, we turn a nigga shit to low, man
When we bust, you better get low, man

Okay, brodie with me, with whatever, ready to crash out
Tell him, "Chill," but he gon´ take the crash route
We took the fast route, now, we got cash, ready to cash out
Still rich ridin´ ready to lash out

Yeah, whole gang been rich ridin´, never hidin´
.45 straps, and we slip, and slidin´
Lowkey, but still providin´
Yeah, and if you lookin´ for me, come and get this fire then
Lowkey, but still providin´
Yeah, and if you lookin´ for me, come and get this–