[Intro: Greekazo]
Straynané
Woo

[Verse 1: Greekazo & Dree Low]
My gun is loaded, it is a badass bitch
You get the laser on your forehead, it ain't a Gandhi-dot
Man, we ain't no tattoo artists but we got them sticks
I'm downtown, where else would I be? Black clothes, working white
Sending box after box like it's boxing
You get crossed, I swear, like a crossing
We go full-speed forward like a counter
They looked at us, now they say, "Weird"
Dree, he pulled it out, no public indecency
And he puts you in the ground just like it's wrestling
Ayy, shoot, shoot, man, this ain't no shot-tackle
We treat our guns like a queen

[Verse 2: Greekazo & Dree Low]
Ayy, man, I'm just so damn mad (Mad, mad, mad)
Ayy, man, what's this tax-thing?
It was easier when I was dealing cannabis (Got black, got white)
Now my paper is mulatto, yeah, yeah, yeah
Brother, I was shining but no lamp on me
Grapes give wine, ayy, we stomp on you
She twerked her ass, she said, "Spank me"
But, ayy, that was wack 'cause I was wearing gloves
We're not in a cafeteria but we got trays
And my brothers open fire like they're matches
Stood cooking in the kitchen like a wifey
Here you get shot with three balls, no ice cream
[Chorus: Greekazo & Dree Low]
Ayy, like a joint, we're about to smoke him
Or should I be like Google, search him up?
My bro, he's the plug, he got feed, huh
I am Messi, he is Xavi, I'm going to meet him
I stay masked, ayy, you can only see my eyes
And my bro has paranoia like it's haunted, ah
A homie loves crack cocaine, it ruined him
Cash flow, too many pussies that eyed him up

[Verse 3: Greekazo & Dree Low]
Kidnap the rap game, now its mouth is taped
And the bitch is so bad, she doesn't need any make-up
So if we opt out, the audience will go on a strike
The Nokia is abnormal, 24/7 it's shaking
Played with sticks since we were kids but now the sticks are made of steel
If we don't have money, we do stick-ups, we sting like a needle
Everybody said we dreamt too much, man, despite never sleeping
So we snatched their keys and opened up their locks
My young n***a saw that we put cash on him (Ching)
So he put a MAC on him
He started reflecting, is it worth it for him? (Is it?)
Got smoked but he didn't smell like weed (Yeah, yeah)
We pull up like a ice cream truck (Pang, pang)
We're not aiming for the Nikes, yup (No, no)
You get it in your head, bro
No FaceTime, here it'll be a case, bro
[Chorus: Greekazo & Dree Low]
Like a joint, we're about to smoke him
Or should I be like Google, search him up?
My bro, he's the plug, he got feed, huh
I am Messi, he is Xavi, I'm going to meet him
I stay masked, ayy, you can only see my eyes
And my bro has paranoia like it's haunted, ah
A homie loves crack cocaine, it ruined him
Cash flow, too many pussies that eyed him up
Like a joint, we're about to smoke him
Or should I be like Google, search him up?
My bro, he's the plug, he got feed, huh
I am Messi, he is Xavi, I'm going to meet him
I stay masked, ayy, you can only see my eyes
And my bro has paranoia like it's haunted, ah
A homie loves crack cocaine, it ruined him
Cash flow, too many pussies that eyed him up