[Intro]
But even now, I don't think we see what's behind the violence
It's not just a demand for possessions, for owning things (Pow-pow, pow-pow, pow-pow)
It's a demand for self-respect (227 ConCreature Gang)
I've been working for two years, real hard, right?
And now I have something else to say (Mafia, what else? Uh)

[Verse 1]
Let's make it a moment, you break it, you bought it
You take it, you own it, but if you get assaulted, this ain't what you wanted (At all)
I aim in and shoot it, this hundred clip, it came with the cooler (Brrt)
Love the double-dip, but this what you get for making me do this (Yeah)
Taking mе through it, show me the safe, taking mе to it
On the chase for a hundred mil', feel like they racing me to it (Choom)
A and B student of the gang, got the recipe to it
Unlike all of these other lames that used to having 'em blew it (Lame, lame)
Shit they post to be counting me in on was never included (Never)
Ten-oh-eight grams, I breakdance the bag and I move it (That icky)
Racks in my Ksubis, took off on 'migo, half-brick of Scooby
And a partridge of Cardi B 'cause that bitch bad and she bougie (Cold times)
Stash in my hoopty, down in Toledo, trapping with Druski (Brodie)
Quick to open that four-oh up like I'm cracking a brewski (Doo, doo)
Stacking them oochies by the bag when you asking for Moochie
Know he want all the smoke, he even want the backs on the loosie
Let's get it
[Chorus]
Uh, standing on big old business
Chopper came with a kickstand and some tig old bitties
What else? (Grrt) This other clip hold fifty
How you claim you the brick man and you snitched on n***as?
You know it (Pssh), I spit this shit so vivid
Don't make a n***a up the stick and flip the switch on n***as
You heard? Standing on big old business
Sliding down, gripping that slam with a big pole in it
It's Blocks (It's Jackson)

[Verse 2]
Can't let the discos flick us
On six-four, grittin', I'm ten toes in it (McNichols)
Windows tinted, Versace heaven, indo scented (Gang)
Mike Amiri jeans, but the hoodie sweater Kenzo-knitted
It's on (Finna whip up), just give me ten more minutes
I keep them rack-racks on me, got my wrist on tennis
The kid on shimmer
My shit don't dim (Bling), this big old Kimber'll knock him down, then yell, "Timber" (Pow)
Maxwell member, breakdancing them fish scale dinners (Eastside)
Got these n***as sick 'bout my new bitch, hope they get well quicker (Yeah)
The V12 shifter, blow cutter, B12 mixer
Got fifty Ezells and thirty, forty seashells sniffers (Big dummy)
The seat belt clicker, flow bizarre like that D12 n***a (Money)
Gray flakes in the cake, custom bricks that we sell different
But we still hit 'em and give 'em to my resale flippers (My youngins)
Popping like you the chuleo, but I know females richer, for sure
[Chorus]
Uh, standing on big old business
Chopper came with a kickstand and some tig old bitties
What else? This other clip hold fifty
How you claim you the brick man and you snitched on n***as?
You know it (Pssh), I spit this shit so vivid
Don't make a n***a up the stick and flip the switch on n***as (Grrt)
You heard? (Ayy) Standing on big old business
Sliding down, gripping that slam with a big pole in it
It's Blocks (You know it)

[Outro]
Alright, I don't want you to go running around and get rid of this shit elsewhere for, for that to hit
I'ma just take it right now
Alright, it's in the glove compartment