[Shocktown]
Shocktown I bring the wave out, f*ck you wanna say now?
I was running round flipping, you was kissing in the playground
n*gga had beige in my cheeks, I was raised in the streets
I don't play with police, cause they're playing for keeps
[Baseman]
I want it all I can never be patient
You know my money ain't clean, I don't have bank statements
I do it for my thugs getting P's on the pavement
You know I roll with my team I'm not into Ice skating
Me and my brudda Shocktown keep waving
[Shocktown]
Soldier got bagged, boxes looking like Blake Brown
I don't give a f*ck what a hater wanna say now
n*gga I was raised in the east, go Favourites to eat
[?] you ain't able to sleep
She is wavin me
[Baseman]
I beg you tell me why these n*ggas wan' iron me
Is it the gyal that I beat or the racks or my timepiece
It's still "f*ck a new friend" just me myself and Irene
I'm like the vic in the east end, you know where to find me
Lord, I'm like let a n*gga try me
[Shocktown]
Baby I'm coming, I run in Giuseppe's
Giving that becky I'm bussing in seconds
I'm pulling out Russians, you're thinking it's Tekken
Maison Margiela's, my b*tches be jealous
Tun up, tun up, tables turning
Six bricks, bridges burning
Slick, slick rick you deserve it
Slick, slick rick is you learning?
[Baseman]
You n*ggas happy with a slice, I just want the whole cake
I was dropping bare P's, I was running from the jakes
Fam I jumped in the bush like lord let me get away
I'm in the bush with the stash lord let me get away
Like lord let me get away
[Baseman]
But they don't know what I'll do for this money
Fam I used to skip school for this money
Fam I'm like a TomTom en route to this money
I need so much money like
"I don't know what to do with this money"
[Shocktown]
A.P stunting on Instagram
Imma get mine, them I'm gonna go get your man's
I don't care about no Instagram
I got money and got things to bang (x3)
My white boy flyer than Peter Pan
We got money and got things to bang
[Baseman]
I just wanna buy macs for me and my n*ggas
I need a house on a hill for me and my hittas
I wan' smoke good weed
Bad B's on their knees
But don't play I got something by my waist
I'll put that suttin to your face
You better point me to the safe, I need that food on my plate