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