[Intro]
We are the music makers
And we are the dreamers of dreams

[Verse 1: Packy]
Already, 808s on, heavy
Me and the speakers getting blown in this Chevy, like, whoa
Hit me on the flip side
Girl got a motor, and I love the way the whip ride
Certified, dope shit, flow sick, choes for the whole clique
So thick, no shit, pose for the ho's pic
Then I'm outtie, outtie with a quickness
How many people you know getting rowdy doing business?
At the same time, it's game time
And my whole crew giving all the grass gang signs
If it ain't about a dollar, it's all about a dime
If it ain't about a dollar, then I'm outta my mind
Get a grip
Went from taking what I was given to taken what I could get
Don't leave any money on the table: that's a tip
Couple rounds down and it's OT
I G-O, then I OD
I'm good

[Chorus: Packy]
I don't know about you
Oh, you got you a hit?
Well the boy got two
Oh, you can flow a little?
Well the boy can too
Ain't nothing you can do, that the boy can't do
I tell 'em all tighten up, tighten up
I tell 'em all tighten up, tighten up
Haters say get out
The chicks say get at, me (Yeah)
They heard about the team, and I'm with that
I'm really good
[Verse 2: Nych G]
You dealing with that new school dude
Getting paper like a book
All eyes on me, oh
Tell me how I look
If confidence is key, well then I guess I be a locksmith
Find me on the plane getting brain in the cockpit
It's obvious my attitude is longitude and latitude
Confusing fools like Rubik's cubes
And I ain't even made a move
They don't see my point of view
So I got a point to prove
Once you make the news, single women seem to come in twos
Ironic, but I'm only being honest
If I say that I'm the hottest, it's a promise
I'm done being modest to these artists, that be thinkin' they the hardest out
Large amounts in bank accounts is really what I'm all about
No doubt, I'm in route, motherfucking detour
A monster on these beats
Yeah, the flow be on that Igor
Packy told 'em: tighten up
Stacks told 'em: line 'em up
Me I'm feeling light 'em up
Then roll a blunt and get high as fuck

[Chorus: Packy]
I don't know about you
Oh, you got you a hit?
Well the boy got two
Oh, you can flow a little?
Well the boy can too
Ain't nothing you can do, that the boy can't do
I tell 'em all tighten up, tighten up
I tell 'em all tighten up, tighten up
Haters say get out
The chicks say get at, me
They heard about the team, and I'm with that
[Verse 3: Ajax Stacks]
Yo, all I hear is High Rise this, and High Rise that
Salute to the skies, 'cause, dog, that's where High Rise at
Look can guarantee hits when High Rise at bat
Your girl loving the crew
She got a High Rise tat
Damn, man, I put her on everything
Bada boom, bada bing, don't forget your wedding ring
I probably made her sing until I heard that cash came
Then my ass came and changed over to the fast lane
Polo thing, without no sting
Got the whip dipped in candy ram
From afar, looked like a smart car
'Cause you know a n***a getting brain
When I'm riding around, I'm getting it
She riding on top and I'm hitting it
I know you hate it
I'm constipated; I really couldn't give a shit
Got the Speck on deck
Got the tech on deck
Here's a hollow tip: protect your neck
'Cause our Wu-Tang go bang bang
In that new thing like a flip kang
And Nych's got his kicks out
Looking like the High Rise Liu Kang
You better tighten up, when we lighten up
'Cause the stream ain't get hard to hang like
[Chorus: Packy]
I don't know about you
Oh, you got you a hit?
Well the boy got two
Oh, you can flow a little?
Well the boy can too
Ain't nothing you can do, that the boy can't do
I tell 'em all tighten up, tighten up
I tell 'em all tighten up, tighten up
Haters say get out
The chicks say get at, me
They heard about the team, and I'm with that
I'm really good