[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
These rappers is actors, they life is in scenes (Cut, cut, cut)
You catch me in traffic, got pipes with the beams
Got so many clips that I could make a movie
Herb got the Uzi up under the Coogi
Them n***as with you they look like some goofys
Gon try to rob me, you gon have to shoot me
[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
n***a tryna rob me? That will never happen
Keep my Smith & Wesson
Hollows to his chest some one call a reverend
Taught that boy a lesson, here come 911
Step right over here check him if you ain’t check him
Four nickles jam, damn he caught a blessing
Better not come through flexing all my n***as reckless
If you looking for us, just pull up on Ess**
[Verse 3: Lil Bibby]
I trap on the corner no matter the weather
A stack for the sweater, I trap in Margielas
Shooters they with me they pack a Baretta
She let me f** from the back when I met her
That .357 will send you to heaven
These n***as is tellin my n***as is felons
My b**hes dyking like they name was Ellen
Laughing at n***as like they name was Kevin
[Verse 4: Lil Herb]
Aye, codeine what I’m sipping, gas what I’m inhaling
Posto what you smelling
Rollin up dutches in the living room got my momma yelling
Chill out, why you trippin, f**in up my session?
Here a couple 100’s go watch channel 7
Momma knew I was the man since I was 7
Therefore she don’t give a damn about the present
[Verse 5: Lil Bibby]
I hop on the track, you could see what I’m spitting
You n***as wouldn’t believe how I’m living
I don’t think they could take the heat in the kitchen
I pray my young n***as get freed out the prison
My block is hot, the police is tripping
My n***as savage, don’t need a religion
I see n***as oppin then I’m going shopping
I pop out the cut then I’m squeezing and dipping
[Verse 6: Lil Herb]
Hah, and we call that completing the mission
You know everywhere we go got like 2 or 3 poles
Shoot the b**hes if you look suspicous
[Verse 7: Lil Bibby]
Play with me, you gon sleep with the fishes
No them k**ers don’t shoot from a distance
And them n***as ain’t leaving no witness
Eat up tracks man this beat was delicious
[Hook: Both]
That f** n***a ain’t gon shoot
n***as is cappin, they say that they savage
But I ain’t heard nothin bout you
That f** n***a ain’t gon shoot
They say that they trappin, they claim that they got it
But I ain’t heard nothin bout you
[Verse 8: Lil Herb]
Before me and Bibby had verses and show money pilling
We were just young n***as wyling
Even though I be rapping about murders and violence
When the police come, I’m silent
Louie V on my shirt, Gabana my shades
Versace my belt, I be stylin
Your b**h says she in love with my “Hot n***a” verse
Now she s**ing my dick from freestyling
[Verse 9: Lil Bibby]
I’m still puttin on for my city
f** n***as rapping like Bibby
Still ride around with my glizzy
Pull up and do a n***a like Ricky
Said you can’t get out of this game
End up murked like Caine
Y’all n***as be looking like stains
Yung Berg I’ll take a n***a chain
[Hook]