[Verse 1 - Game:]
I got a black mac and a six pack
I dont work out I dont chit chat
My bitch bad I get racks
That Rolls Royce come gift-wrapped
Them birds still come shrink-wrapped
Im not strapped dont think that
Im low key with that click clack
That rat a tat tat tat tat
Throw the burner and Im runnin home
Niggas stop being loyal when the money gone
Still walk in this bitch Im a hundred strong
One chain on my neck feel like I got a hundred on
Look at my flow on this bitch
Platinum and gold on my wrist
Money the accountant be countin it
Thats why Im throwin this shit
Im in BK with that SK
Same clothes since yesterday
With that Biggie Smalls on replay
And I aint wearing no vest today
I do the Shmoney dance with this mac
You better do it too or get Shmurdad
I be grilling that beef I aint talkin no burgers
I finna be walkin like Im a New Yorker
I let off the K and then I hope in the Uber
Its never a question that I am the shooter
I empty the clip and lay you in a pool of
Blood see how he got hit with the Ruger?
Blood bandana thats how we be movin
Blood swooping from Compton to Brooklyn
And this aint the Barclays but niggas be shootin

[Hook - Bobby Shmurda x2:]
Running niggas down back and forth
Im like pass the torch
Blast it off
Niggas making bets so who gonna blast him off
First to score
We gon hit em hard
We gon hit em all
First to score
We gon hit em all
We gon hit em hard

[Verse 2 - Freddie Gibbs:]
Running cocaina back and forth
Copped the bag of salt
E S to the G N
Im the boss dropped the package off
Coming for the murder masks is off
Bitch you took a loss
F*ck the DEA we shook em off
Bitch we shook em off
Shook and twist the jars
And dope on my mommas stove top
By the time she came back from church boy
I bet you I had an O stocked
In the middle of the muhf*ckin day no more yayo boy I done sold out
Nigga pull up in a mothaf*ckin foreign on forgies thatll bring them hoes out
Like yeah nigga niggas keep beggin I pull out a pump in this bitch like Im blizzard
Yeah empty your pockets we robbin these bitches got all of us trippin
Nigga its better to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission
You catchin the hollow Im catchinyou slippin I did it alone only God as my witness
My nigga got off cause we tied up the witness and made sure the nigga couldnt show up in court
You know the business them niggas find out that you snitchin them niggas gon be at your throat
Everyday Halloween niggas will go trick or treatin with two tweny-three at your door
Flippin a check off this rappin go back to the trap and put that in the weed and the blow like

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3 - Skeme:]
I just caught a body like a week ago
These hatin niggas want attention I dont see em though
You talk that gangsta shit but I just cant believe it bro
We pull up with them shots knockin out that European [?]
S to the K to the E-M-E callin here EMT after I empted this clip
I sold my dope right on CMT Im at the ING know Im as weird as it gets
Chuck Taylor told me its f*ck haters so I say f*ck em and bury these niggas in pits
Rolley on wrist no toc or no tic your girl on my dick man come get your bitch
Niggas think this a rap now I might back down and come try your luck
Riders with me be wired up they ridin with me till the tyres bust
Haters talkin but they better cool it before that nigga Crooked get fired up
Lay you out like my Balmains you gotta play em straight he get ironed up
Drinkin lean till Im high enough I dont give a f*ck about [?] nigga
I aint squashin shit I wont call it off I just handle mine like a man nigga
Im on frontline with these bands nigga
Need a chair I cant stand niggas
We do walk-bys and hop outs
Got slidin doors on that van nigga

[Hook x2]