[Verse 1: Mill]
Uh, In the kitchen going H.A.M Fucking them birds like Cam and them I'll tell you whats the word the tan is in We them niggas on the curb them hammers in Whole brick, it on the triple beam If it get hectic we gon it like a limousine no crutching if I touch it then its Mr. Clean I be in your section, me and my nigga Dean Ghost boy in the nigga I burn bread I ain't toast nigga team of killers, im the coach Digger Presidential on my now take your votes nigga Rookie of the year, in the rear I got some bad bitches that get it there If you wanna get it we gon send them there If its heavy then O' comin in the lear Brick like Wack and them If its gucci like D. Howard I get a block for I dont touch it I just leave it up to Tak and Niggas started, was a drought but we was poppin'
Lean wit it, wit it Throw bak up in the pot wit it Microwave or we gon pot it it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it I them Lean wit it, wit it some bak up in the pot wit it Microwave or we gon pot it When it get right we drop that ice and it lock wit it
[Verse 2: Meek
I made a million off a mixtape, nigga get shit straight Im selling that raw shit, you sellin that whip Cookin up a whole bird until I my wrist ache When I pulled up to the club you should've seen bitch face Ugh, 50 cash in my pocket, I got your stash in my pocket Im Blowin' Money in my pocket I said its lookin like I got ass in my pocket Talkin ass ass ass ass all I get is cash Club LIV my last tag, I could've bought a Jag The way these bitches at me you would've thought a cab past No wonder why you hatin' on me nigga wit mad ass Rolee on me cost a brick with me ain't got no pics These groupie ain't got no sense So we a movie on them bitches, no script
[Verse 3: Meek
36 treat it like a bitch Cause I hit it then I send it to the other Call me anything, call me by my government Cause when I'm out here in the jungle we be bricks Half these niggas in my hood be on some telling We be on some if u snitchin' crack your shit If I ain't rockin' with the its Parabellum shit bring them on the boat he know we selling shit Lean wit it, rock wit it, Mac 11 in the lot wit it 750 busy wit a box in it So when they pull us over dont find them Glocks in it