[Intro]
Bey bey bey (x2)
Ha'd Go!
[Chorus]
All I gotta' do, is get this money
All i gotta' do, is stay hungry
If these n***as jokin', just know i ain't fakin'
Headed to the top, my fingers keep on itchin'
Thumbing thru these bands, Bob Marley jeans
I'm cake-y
But in this rap sh**
I'm gettin' head b**h
But in this rap sh**
I do this for my squad (lets get it!) (x2)
[Verse 1: Smoke #00]
All my n***as thirsty for this action
Bahamas Godet Avenue, that's what i'm reppin'
See a thick, pa** a chick
She only stretching
I'm living reckless, keep my momma stressin'
Don't mind me this rappin'
I keep a weapon
Armoured up for a dot, it ain't no option
When i pull up in that crazy imma smoke the road
Do a show, full of smoke (pounds getting poke)
Hella racks in my pocket
Me, smelling like kush blunt
Bey I'm flexin' with my squad
I know that you want some
Don't try claim me cause i got a big gun
Movie cut to your head like i finna film one
I be wit my team, that's a fact
We be stackin' cream and toting macs
No new n***as, just some new broads
Same old n***as n bunch of new cars
[Bridge: Tibo Brice & Smoke]
In my hood
We good
Welcome to my hood (b block)
Welcome to my hood
We good
You know what it is n***a
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: 40 Block]
I'm thirsty for this rappin'
Home boy you actin'
In this sh** for fashion
Boy you ain't ready for action
I blow you up Bin laden
Been ballin' like madden
Assault you like a felon
My barrel on watermelon
Tell the cops I ain't running
Damn sure I ain't telling
Before you approach me Imma tell you don't ask me no question
God done send my blessing, now I'm smoking on heaven
Flipping up these angels my pockets on lucky 7
Bring me to your city I'm causing that 9/11
Never leave home without a weapon
If you bout that life then come catch me slippin'
Headed to the top I think I'm Scotty Pippen
[Chorus]
[Outro]