[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Righttttttt
My n***as don't play Draw Something, they draw hammers
Take shots, no cameras, no bandannas
But they grimy, loyalty to the block or it's 10/90
Ambush a n***a kindly and untimely
n***as punani, tough until they reach the County
Around k**ers n***as turn into Mahatma Gandhi
I take the dour 'cross the border, get frisked by the Mounties
But like a magician the package disappear
Hit my homie Brendan, "Have some kush when I get there, mine's tucked away"
He like "You good?". I'm like "f**in' A"
"You f**in' right, this bout to cure me from the flight"
"And got some goodies waitin' for me, sh** I shipped 'em overnight"
I be on it, I got options to get right
And your b**h about to kiss the co*k good night
Lames catch feelings, we catch flights
Downtown Harlem n***a and all my n***as nice
[Verse 2: Den10]
I'm on my way to Cali to see my b**h
Cause Harlem got hot and my G got pinched
I need a new connect, got to bring that flip
I'm a star in the hood, everywhere I went
Everywhere I've gone, everywhere I've been
If it ain't make dollars, it ain't make sense
Fresh D-Boy, a part-time pimp
Missy Elliot, is that your chick?
Up in my car? Boyfriend stare hard
I'm still a GangStar with my full clip
G-H-E-double T-O then
Ghetto moms, ghetto friends, I'm ghettoin'
Get money, I show it
Won't save, I blow it
Miss my first payment when I lease that Benz
Yea b**h I'm gutta gutta (naw n***a, you ghetto as motherf**a)
[Verse 3: Den10]
On my way to Texas, drivin' reckless
Sippin' Peach Ciroc, almost missed my exit
Watchin' for the cops, I ain't got no license
Ghetto like a motherf**a, peep my gesture
Tilted brim, heavy lean suggested
Lookin' for a lean that'll push this package
Half a brick of yay and a D-cup breastes
(Keep rapping, don't get lazy on me, keep going n***a)
Got the same shine that's in my necklace
Gotta live it up cause I ain't dead yet
I'm here, leave it up to them, nope I got it brah
Been too thin to the gangstas, they not as tough
I been tryna hide stuff, yea keep it moderate
My lil' lil' man keep the Tech in a holister
I don't really really wanna have to shoot ya' party up
Tell the DJ play my sh**, keep it rockin'