[Chorus: TD GlizZzy, TD Ceasar]
Shoot a n*gga down, rob him for his bank
b*tch I am so high, don't what to f*ckin' think
Duffle bag lookin' like a maf*ckin' tank (huh?)
Plug got the bag, I think somethin' really stank (yuh)
[Verse 1: TD GlizZzy]
b*tch I'm hell-bent, you know what that f*ckin' meant?
Stuck in these streets, n*ggas sleepin' in a tent
b*tch, I get the bag, I don't leave a f*ckin' cent
n*ggas b*tches, hit these ditches, You a f*ckin lil midget
n*ggas get a lot of riches, fans takin all the pictures
Countin' up all these digits, we don't do no f*ckin' whip-its
We don't box, poppin' all these triggers, pullin' n*ggas
n*ggas snitches, killing n*ggas, hitting figures, six figures
Choppa eatin' n*ggas, hittin' b*tches brown, lock a n*gga down
Look like a clown, plug out of town, we drivin' round
West side of town, smoke from the pound, put him in the ground
He can't hear a sound, n*gga gone missing, ain't nobody miss him
Choppa R. Kelly, cuz this mac stay p*ssin' (p*ssin')
Cookin' in the kitchen, ain't nobody crippin', GlizZzy be sippin'
With my n*ggas, while we stackin' bobby pippin
[Chorus: TD GlizZzy, TD Ceasar]
Shoot a n*gga down, rob him for his bank
b*tch I am so high, don't what to f*ckin' think
Duffle bag lookin' like a maf*ckin' tank (huh?)
Plug got the bag, I think somethin' really stank (yuh)
[Verse 2: TD Ceasar]
b*tch, I'm hell-bent, you know what that f*ckin' meant?
That mean I be buyin' mansions, while these pussies sleep in tents
That mean that I speed in banshees, while your Honda was a rent
That mean that I carry hundreds, while your homie chasin' cents
I be totin' Glocks, on some pus*y sh*t, he told the cops
Can't f*ck with these opps, 'fore I blew up, I was sellin' rock
pus*y, you get knocked, you get popped off in the parkin' lot
I be sippin' wok, keep a slug, up inside my sock
Knock the blood up out his heart, because a pus*y fake crippin'
I be eatin' fettuccine, but it's high-tech that I'm sippin'
Feed him f*ckin' bullets out this 45, you know I'm dippin'
All these diamonds, Aquafina, on my neck, yeah, I be drippin'
Pourin' tec up in my double cup, it's leakin' out the bottom
I got Styrofoam, it's wok, I pull up and I pop him
I don't need a f*ckin' lawyer, cuz I ain't leavin' no evidence
Talkin' sh*t on Twitter, so I pulled up to his residence
[Chorus: TD GlizZzy, TD Ceasar]
Shoot a n*gga down, rob him for his bank
b*tch I am so high, don't what to f*ckin' think
Duffle bag lookin' like a maf*ckin' tank (huh?)
Plug got the bag, I think somethin' really stank (yuh)