[Hook: Homey High Deff]
Chi-Town home of the rough n***as
Keep something for you f** n***as
False flagging or caught lacking will get your a** clapped up wit em
Got something for you tough n***as
HD set it up with them
High Deff he a D-boy we some savages that'll buss with him
[Verse 1: Homey High Deff]
I'm riding round with the MAC on me
Real sh** move back phony
Goofy mark don't f** around
Have the bullets spraying like Axe on him
Set him off all blacked down
Don't come back till he clapped down
Drive back by the crime scene
n***as laughing blowing pack out
I was 5TH Grade pulling MACs out
Make a n***a pull that scratch out
Snatch him up
Make a call
Have his b**h lead us to the stack house
Man n***as got age f**ed up
Blowing kush I'm so stuck
Hit a n***a for a brick
In the SK now finna post-up
I'm AG repping wild wild
Backwoods help me calm down
Won't even roll reggie up if these sh**s smoking so loud
I'm the illest spitting in Chicago
Nonstop we the mob ho
f** up put a brick on ya have your a** missing by tomorrow
Foul B's every other n***a opp
City to city give me every block
Young boys in training next generation foul never stop
Trynna poke me and get burnt up
For this money I earned bruh
Lay a motherf**er down
Put him on the ground
Now he can't turn up
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
I 'm sick and tired of these f** n***as
So I went and bought a 30 40 and a 50
Broski told me better keep it on ya when you by your lonely
I'm the hottest in the city
I'm like f** it tell them come and get me
You know I'm on the A-block
Broski pull up with the chopper and the enemy red beam catching face shots
Uhhhh
Broke as f** I rememeber I was
Now all these hunnits on me fifties on me spend them on d**
Damn you fake I see you a snake
So I don't show no n***as love
And you know I'm coming with 150 n***as if you ever bring me in your club
We popping bottles and throwing stacks and better not no n***a mug
We step outside and you might get hit up by like 4 different guns
And I told yall n***as can't control my n***as
Already rolled them and they ain't made for nothing
Me and HD smoking on OG pouring on that codeine f**
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Homey High Deff]
On a G keep a sack on me
By the end keep a gat on me
Foul b**h n***a nonstop sh** everyday till they wack homie
f** n***as don't think about em
Scratch em out and won't think about em
Zip of thrax
Lot of wood
Me and folks then go and drink up out em
I don't give a f** about a n***a gang
Me and my n***as different things
Once n***as start focusing on money start seeing better change
Yall lame s**as better grow up
Non stop got it sold up
Yeah some n***as gon hate but it's cause all they b**hes know us
I be smoking out and getting poured up
Piss poor now I'm that n***a
Best friend was a cap peeler
She's real motherf** rap n***a
Trynna poke me and get burnt up
For this money I earned bruh
Lay a motherf**er down
Put him on the ground
Now he can't turn up
[Hook]