[Intro]
([?] gang)
(Bitch, you know [?] did the beat)

[Verse 1: Big Money DBoy]
Bitch, yeah, I'm quick to murk a n***a
Draco open n***as' ass up just like some curtains, n***a
We ain't worried 'bout you spinnin' blocks, we know you purpin', n***a
We gon' have your cousin set you up then leave him murdered wit' ya
Bitch
Yeah, that's the type of shit I'm on
Put my young n***as on the scammin', they gon' get you gone
Wonder what I paid for this watch? Bitch, a hundred phones
[?] wonder what I paid for that hit, another hundred phones
Bitch, yeah, I got it out the mud
When I was twelve, I went on my first hit, I did it just because
Damn, yeah, I guess I'm a murderer
And how you gettin' money in the D? I never heard of you
Bitch, yeah, why you love to run your mouth?
Pillow talking reason why my n***as all up in your house
All I do is scam, so that mean I never seen a drought
Speakin' all facts, I'm chasin' millions, I ain't chasin' clout

[Chorus: BigMoney DBoy]
N***as love to run they mouth
Until it's shooters at they house
We don't like to talk a lot
Sippin' lean, killin' opps
Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Scams, drugs, switches, poles
All this ice, it cost a ticket
And all you n***as mad as hell 'cause you n***as finished
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Bitch, I really tear shit up
Cuddy tweakin', he gon' walk shit down for two pair of buffs
Pour a pint of Teccy by myself, them n***as sharin' cups
All that, so much shots up out the Drac', that bitch start flarin' up
I don't need no n***a to do shit, I got my own hitters
Fifty-thousand dollar for a show and we got pole with us
Brick of dog, hit it, whip that fent', it got a froze pedal
Opp can't post lil' gang 'nem on my 'Gram, I don't condone telling
Yeah, bitch, we with that get back
You still be making songs about your opps, go get your lick back
They free lil' bro, the first thing I told him "Where your stick at?"
Corona bottle shake, 7.62, this bitch a six pack
Spin around, if they ain't got hit yet, we gotta redo it
Jump off the road and cop four-hundred thousand up with DBoy
Slider truth and tell him play my song and throw a ki' to it
Got dog shit in my Amiris, spent your record deal at Dior
N***a

[Chorus: BigMoney DBoy]
N***as love to run they mouth
Until it's shooters at they house
We don't like to talk a lot
Sippin' lean, killin' opps
Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Scams, drugs, switches, poles
All this ice, it cost a ticket
And all you n***as mad as hell 'cause you n***as finished
[Outro]
([?] gang)