Intro (FMB DZ):
Hmm...hmm..oooh
(Helluva made this beat baby!)
Uh..hmm
Verse 1 (FMB DZ & Tay B):
DZ: Put the Glock on em, we gone pull down the block on em
Got a drop on em, I came up I’m ‘bout to pop on em
Tay B: Me & bro, we at the top we can’t stop on em
Two b*tches kissing in my whip, then got top from em
DZ: Po’ some mud up, muhf*ckas never loved us
I got my brothers, we gone slide for each other
Big boy trust, a 36, got big boy trunks
I hit boy up, ambulance picked boy up
Tay B: Aye, hold on bro don’t kill him yet, I’m ‘bout to pop up
Lets tear his house up, then go & tear his spouse up
You keyboard thuggin’, all you do is tear a mouse up
f*ck being locked up, I’m with my rock boys rocked up
DZ: Saint Laurent scarf cost 400
Tell the b*tch get over here, I wanna spend some money
20k on me large, b*tch all hunnids
I play it how I wanna play it, cuz I really want it
Tay B: This yo b*tch, but I f*ck her like she my woman
Me & lil Leek tied in, that’s my brother
Gettin’ head while I’m drivin’, I’m hittin’ the breaks
Every day a couple thousand, I don’t hit the safe
Even though I’m ahead, I just keep my pace
I don’t see no competition, while y’all in a race
Tryna touch DZ, that’s a closed case
& free my pops he respected by the whole state
Hook x2 (FMB DZ & Tay B):
DZ: Me & Tay B back to back in them Hellcats
Big boy blunts back to back, can you smell that?
Tay B: Big boy load back to back we gone trail that
No road trips, back to back we gone mail that
Verse 2 (FMB DZ & Tay B):
DZ: n*ggas got me on the edge & it’s gettin’ steep
sh*t f*ckin’ with my head, I ain’t been gettin’ sleep
I been rollin’ off the molly for a whole week
Better send that deposit, want a show from me
Tay B: That choppa have yo ass singin’ like you Jodeci
Everytime I go out b*tches notice me
Bape hoodie zipped to the top, how they know its me?
I’m protected by that pistol, I don’t be that deep
DZ: When I pull up I’ma squeeze, I hit Cali while I’m with cheese
Gucci printed on my sleeve, back to back we in the lead
Hit my line, what you need? Get you right, guaranteed
I ain’t worried bout no n*gga, b*tch you bleed like I bleed
Tay B: Uh, all facts n*gga, we got smack n*gga
We not rap n*ggas, you see we act different
You comin’ for that petty sh*t then we gone tax n*gga
You too f*ckin’ lazy, get up, run a lap n*gga
Hook x2 (FMB DZ & Tay B):
DZ: Me & Tay B back to back in them Hellcats
Big boy blunts back to back, can you smell that?
Tay B: Big boy load back to back we gone trail that
No road trips, back to back we gone mail that