Yeah
(ooh, ooh)

Two bags, too scared, y'all swangin
Too slow, understand what I'm sayin'?
Niggas be sayin' that stupid shit
but this ain't one of them bands
Niggas be talking that crucial shit
but niggas ain't throwin' no hands
Free smoke, big Glocks, we tote
Red beam, don't die, we through
Money on my mind, so ain't got time to just be playin'
If you not gon' style, you ain't my kind, you understand?

Why don't those niggas go do some shit? She wanna grab
Lay you on crucifixes, put holes into your hands
Why the fuck you confuse a bitch
when bitch those niggas be playin'
How many niggas really connect their souls with the band?
How many made their money flip
from bangin' them pots and pans?
Dip before the coppa come, say freeze and show your hands
It was ovеr when the choppas sung to zombies and thеy fans
This goofy shit, they stop this shit
Come on, you niggas stop playin'

Two bags, too scared, y'all swangin
Too slow, understand what I'm sayin'?
Niggas be sayin' that stupid shit
but this ain't one of them bands
Niggas be talking that crucial shit
but niggas ain't throwin' no hands
Free smoke, big Glocks, we tote
Red beam, don't die, we through
Money on my mind, so ain't got time to just be playin'
If you not gon' style, you ain't my kind, you understand?

Lay you on crucifixes, put holes into your hands
How many niggas really connect their souls with the band?
Free smoke, big Glocks - we tote