[Intro]
(1Up shit, we goin' upper)
Yop, 1Up shit, n***a (Yeah, leave all that)
Whole lotta gang shit (I'll burn you)
Youngest turnt n***as, we the coldest n***as
All that, brrrt
Ayy

[Chorus: G.T.]
Yeah, I'm out here workin' 'til the sun up (For real)
After, I'm done with this shit, boy, I'm 1Up (Brrt)
Take that shit back to your jeweler, them ain't VS1 (For real)
Take that bitch back to your jeweler, that ain't a 41 (N***a)
I dare a n***a run up (Grrt)
Gun a n***a down before he ever get his pole up (For real)
Plays outta town, but I'm in the city froze up
Tell me how you broke-ass bitches don't know us

[Verse 1]
Ho us? Your lil' freaky bitch chose up
They think I'm from the East 'cause all my n***as, I'm from 41
Sure 'nough, we puttin' bread together like a cold cut
How you be road runner in your raps and never rode nothin'?

[Verse 2]
I'm probably on the block with them one n***as
300 Blackouts'll hit his top and leave his lungs missin'
I try to play it cordial, but I love sex with drunk women
When you see me walkin' down the street, I probably got my gun with me
My n***a leave a n***a open if he mug wrong
I can get it in in the booth, but I love phones
[Verse 3]
Bro told me be loyal to my bitch, but I love hoes
Man, I don't love hoes
I'll kick a bitch out the Uber, get the fuck on

[Chorus: G.T.]
Yeah, I'm out here workin' 'til the sun up (For real)
After, I'm done with this shit, boy, I'm 1Up (Brrt)
Take that shit back to your jeweler, them ain't VS1 (For real)
Take that bitch back to your jeweler, that ain't a 41 (N***a)
I dare a n***a run up (Grrt)
Gun a n***a down before he ever get his pole up (For real)
Plays outta town, but I'm in the city froze up
Tell me how you broke-ass bitches don't know us

[Verse 4]
Three-man with three pretty bitches, it's me, Lik, and Moni
I fuck with her, her, her, and her, I'm a DM hopper
Rockin' white lows, don't like the black ones like Celina Powell
Send the 'bows to Mexico, I got a plug in Tijuana

[Verse 5]
Hundred times a hundred, we chargin' a G
My whole team cold, my n***as zero degrees
I'm an artist, paint her up, give her back 'cause she ain't mine
I hit her, then I give her back, ayy, Lik ain't got no time
[Verse 6]
FN got wings, I'm like Veeze, let it fly
My lil' youngin sellin' weed on Evergreen and 7 Mile
I be bustin' CVVs, I never need a credit card
I don't wanna talk, she wanna talk to me, I tell her naw

[Chorus: G.T.]
Yeah, I'm out here workin' 'til the sun up (For real)
After, I'm done with this shit, boy, I'm 1Up (Brrt)
Take that shit back to your jeweler, them ain't VS1 (For real)
Take that bitch back to your jeweler, that ain't a 41 (N***a)
I dare a n***a run up (Grrt)
Gun a n***a down before he ever get his pole up (For real)
Plays outta town, but I'm in the city froze up
Tell me how you broke-ass bitches don't know us

[Outro]
(I'll burn you)