[Intro: Wavy Navy Pooh]
Whole lotta sub shit, no scrub shit, n***a
Get money and stop hatin', fuckboy (Ayo, Shod Beatz)
You understand me? Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Wavy Navy Pooh]
These n***as say it's money on my head, but they ain't got enough (Nah)
Looking for these n***as in these streets, but they ain't poppin' up (Nah)
I'm cuttin' through the other side, but I ain't leave 'em dead enough (Ayy)
I'm snappin' on my shooter, he ain't paint that n***a red enough (Ayy)
Walk up on that n***a, gun him down, you know his head'll bust (Ayy)
I hear that n***a talking like he savage, but he scared of us (Ayy)
Quick to let it blow, you know my n***as some shooters, ayy (You understand me?)
We don't do no talkin', wе ain't with the computers (No)

[Verse 1: Wavy Navy Pooh]
Black leadеrs of our days, yeah, my n***as some bloods (Navy)
See these diamonds 'round my neck, yeah I got this out the mud (Wavy)
Common revolution in progress, my n***a Juice, he a Crip
Step out of bounds, I hit his line, my n***a Juice, he'll trip
Fuck I look like beefin' with n***as? I'm too big for y'all
The first to make it out my city, look what I did for y'all (You understand me?)
You n***as cutting on my side, what was you thinkin', dog? (What was you thinkin', dog?)
You n***as getting out of line, you need a spankin', dog? (You need a spankin', dog?)
Mannie Fresh, watch a n***a get his roll on (Get my roll on)
Baby girl, how you a freak? You got your clothes on (Got them clothes on)
When I pick up my lil' shooter, all he need is a molly
When I pick up my lil' shooter, he gon' catch him a body
[Chorus: Wavy Navy Pooh]
These n***as say it's money on my head, but they ain't got enough
Looking for these n***as in these streets, but they ain't poppin' up (No)
I'm cuttin' through the other side, but I ain't leave 'em dead enough
I'm snappin' on my shooter, he ain't paint that n***a red enough
Walk up on that n***a, gun him down, you know his head'll bust (Ayy)
I hear that n***a talking like he savage, but he scared of us (Ayy)
Quick to let it blow, you know my n***as some shooters, ayy (You understand me? Ayy)
We don't do no talkin', we ain't with the computers (No)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Already be fly before I even board a flight (Just land)
Ducked off in the trenches, they thought I was losing sight (Can't see me)
We push when it's necessary, don't believe the hype (Go)
I'm a young n***a, don't give a fuck and that's her favorite type
Now you know that ain't my speed, why you run and make a post?
They gon' do it, they gon' go
Boss and drug can't tell 'em blow (Shoot)
Hitters pulled a triple-double, they scored three times in a row
Prefer my drugs raw like me, I hate when they play with the dope (Fuck)
Kept my distance for a reason, he a rat and I knew it (Knew it)
Tunnel vision 'bout this paper how I'm gettin' straight to it (Gone)
Everything I do exclusive, this the latest in Louis (Drip)
Ain't a soul fuckin' with me, we can end the conclusion (Wavy)
Facts
[Chorus: Wavy Navy Pooh]
These n***as say it's money on my head, but they ain't got enough (Nah)
Looking for these n***as in these streets, but they ain't poppin' up (No)
I'm cuttin' through the other side, but I ain't leave 'em dead enough
I'm snappin' on my shooter, he ain't paint that n***a red enough
Walk up on that n***a, gun him down, you know his head'll bust (Ayy)
I hear that n***a talking like he savage, but he scared of us (Ayy)
Quick to let it blow, you know my n***as some shooters, ayy (You understand me? Ayy)
We don't do no talkin', we ain't with the computers (No)

[Verse 3: Wavy Navy Pooh]
I'd rather catch him in the car than catch him on feet, ayy
Yeah, you scored, but I'ma catch you n***as four deep
The way he ran 'em down, you swear them boys had no heat (Ayy)
Them n***as chicken, yeah, they sour, yeah, they so sweet
See me looking clean, Wavy where you got your fade at? (Wavy)
N***as wanna ride shotgun, they see me laid back (You understand me?)
See them keys and them guns there? You can have that
Please don't call my phone if you hesitate to grab that
N***as hollerin' gang just to flip me up on Snapchat
When I up, you gon' run, you won't have no time to clap back
Spin a n***a 'round, put two shots in his snapback
Leave a n***a in the store in a bag like some Rap Snacks (Wavy)

[Chorus: Wavy Navy Pooh]
These n***as say it's money on my head, but they ain't got enough (Nah)
Looking for these n***as in these streets, but they ain't poppin' up (No)
I'm cuttin' through the other side, but I ain't leave 'em dead enough
I'm snappin' on my shooter, he ain't paint that n***a red enough
Walk up on that n***a, gun him down, you know his head'll bust (Ayy)
I hear that n***a talking like he savage, but he scared of us (Ayy)
Quick to let it blow, you know my n***as some shooters, ayy (You understand me? Ayy)
We don't do no talkin', we ain't with the computers (No)
[Outro]
(Ayo, Shod Beatz)