[Verse 1: Harley Ken]
b**hes they love me, they see me, Ah, I'm fresh as a coffin
Stunting on these hoes, Stone Cold Steve Austin
Three in the morning, I'm dranking, I'm sipping I know where that ac at
Four in the morning, I'm grinding I'm hustling I know where that sack at
My money, my paper, my people, my blood, don't play bout that
Maybach music, gunplay bout that
Hello? Hello? I'm in the studio
That's my b**h hitting, she thinking I'm out with another ho
Woop woop woop woop woop woop woop, there go 5-0
On ten five forties, had to take five more
My b**h keep calling, she calling, she know that I'm lying
Police behind me, you know that I'm flying
I'm falling, I'm tripping, I'm loaded, I don't know what to do
This b**h gone take the charge, ho this your coupe
That blue pa**, wouldn't even f**ing with me
If I would have went to jail, Byrd would come and get me
[Hook: Byrd, Harley Ken (adlib)]
4 o' clock in the morning everybody sleeping
Police riding, the junkies tweaking
My b**h hot, she think I'm cheating
I'm on the block, b**h I'm out here eating
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it (I'm on it)
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it (b**h I'm on it)
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it (I'm on it)
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it (b**h I'm on it)
[Verse 2: Byrd]
I pop molly, I sip syrup, at the same damn time
Think I'm scared to hit the block, you out your goddamn mind
I be whipping and hustling, grinding trapping
Hitting my licks my money is stacking
n***as they looking, they plotting to jack me
What? Say who? I don't know what happened
Why your b**hes hit me up?
Talking how you broke and how your girlfriend want to lick me up
Begging Byrdy, Byrdy, will you please come pick me up
b**h I got that .40 if your boyfriend try to stick me up
I'm back just like I never left
Pushed me in the dirt, got it out the mud my f**ing self
Imma keep eating off the table 'till it's nothing left
Can't stay in the game cause you arguing with the f**ing ref
[Hook]
[Scotty Cain]
Look
Rolling the blunt while I'm whipping
Cup full of mud and I'm sipping
My b**h steady calling me tripping
b**h I'm trapping stay out of my business
Four in the morning I'm catching the plays
We ready for war, we flex with the K's
Finess for a brick, we gone extra get payed
You bout getting money come catch you a wave
Floating in the Audi with my n***a Pablo
Try finessing me we knock beef out your taco
Then score another pack, say Unc, I need it pronto
Ex b**h want me to come see her but I'm like f** that dumb ho
Trap jumping, got a yard full of cars like a car show
Work booming, got junkies in a line like we got free gumbo
Don't answer the phone, they beat down the door, gotta get a new front door
And if the police get behind me Imma toss that pack like Rondo
[Hook]