[Hook: Demotus]
I remember back when they wouldn't f*ck with us
Now they wanna f*ck with us
Shout out to my plug
Shout out to them grams
And all of my customers
I'm rolling up trees you rolling up branches
I don't understand it
I stay with that chopper that make em do dances
I don't give em chances
Cause I remember back when they wouldn't f*ck with us
Now they wanna f*ck with us
Shout out to my plug
Shout out to them grams
And all of my customers
I'm rolling up trees you rolling up branches
I don't understand it
I stay with that chopper that make em do dances
I don't give em chances
I don't give em chances
[Verse 1: Demotus]
I don't give a f*ck about n*gga talking sh*t
If you with it you could get it
pus*y n*gga where you live
Aye, put it on my grave
You won't never get away, aye
f*ck whatchu say
f*ck all them ops
I'm just counting up guap at the top
And they can't get from under us
I'm counting this money up
Then I go back to the trap
And I watch how it double up
Then smoke like some mufflers
I know they listen and wishing
But they cannot f*ck with us
They can't even stomach us
And I be hanging with savages
I call my brothers up
And then they all run from us
And then they all run from us
All my n*ggas really with the sh*ts
You a b*tch, we get rich
You smoke on roaches we smoking on zips
We sack them commas up
Then split the profit up
Them n*ggas watching us they can't do sh*t
There ain't no stopping us
Same people copping us
We're the ones talking sh*t n*gga we lit
[Hook: Demotus]
I remember back when they wouldn't f*ck with us
Now they wanna f*ck with us
Shout out to my plug
Shout out to them grams
And all of my customers
I'm rolling up trees you rolling up branches
I don't understand it
I stay with that chopper that make em do dances
I don't give em chances
Cause I remember back when they wouldn't f*ck with us
[Verse 2/Outro: Demotus]
I don't give a f*ck about n*gga talking sh*t
If you with it you could get it
pus*y n*gga where you live
Put it on my grave
You won't never get away, aye
f*ck whatchu say
n*gga f*ck whatchu say, aye
Rich young n*gga from the bay, aye
I see that a lot of n*ggas scared so they pray
Let em pray, aye
I be getting money everyday, aye
Bunch of n*ggas tryna get my line
Get out my face b*tch, aye